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15 And it came to passe yer he had left speakynge, beholde, Rebecca came out, the daughter of Bethuell, sonne to Milca the wyfe of Nahor Abrahams brother, and hyr pytcher vpon hyr shoulder:
16 The damsell was very fayre to loke vpon, and yet a mayde and vnknowen of man. And she went downe to the well, and fylled hyr pytcher and came vp.
17 And the seruaunte rennynge vnto her, sayde: let me suppe a lytle water of thy pytcher.
18 And she sayde: drincke my Lorde. And she hasted and lett downe her pytcher vpon hyr arme, and gaue hym dryncke.
19 And when she had gyuen hym dryncke, she sayde: I wyll drawe water for thy camels also, vntyll they haue droncke ynough.
20 And she powred out hyr pytcher in to the trough hastely, and ranne agayne vnto the well to fett water: and drewe for all hys camels.
21 And the man wondred at her: but helde his peace, to wete whether the Lorde had made hys iourney prosperous or not.
22 And it fortuned as the camelles had lefte drynkynge, the man toke a golden earynge of halfe a sicle waight, and two bracellettes for hyr handes, of .x. sycles weyght of golde,
23 and sayde: Whose daughter art thou? tell me I praye the, is there rowme in thy fathers house for vs to lodge in?
24 She answered him: I am the daughter of Bathuel the sonne of Milca which she bare vnto Nahor: