curiosity to ascertain the contents
which it concealed, and had been afterwards, as it seems, secreted by
the mendicant. There
was a word and a number upon the plank, and the beggar made them more
distinct by spitting upon his ragged blue handkerchief, and rubbing off
the clay by which the inscription was obscured. It was in
the ordinary black letter. "Can ye mak ought o't?" said Edie to the
adept.
"S," said the philosopher, like a child getting his lesson in the primer
--"S, T, A, R, C, H,--_Starch!_--dat is what de woman-washers put into
de neckerchers,

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