K iano i mutu noa taku korero i roto i toku ngakau, na, ko te putanga ake o Ripeka me tana oko i runga i tona pokohiwi: kua heke ki te poka ki te tu: na ka mea ahau ki a ia, Kia inu ahau, ne?
Before I had finished speaking in my heart, behold, Rebekah came out with her pitcher on her shoulder. She went down to the spring, and drew. I said to her, ‘Please let me drink.’
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