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           "Andhethrusthishandintohispouchformoneytopayhisscore.

           "Truly,"quoththeTinker,"withoutthylooksbeliethee,holyfriar,thegoodSaintDunstanwaswise,forwithoutsuchdispensationhisvotaryisliketoha’manyapenancetomake.Nay,takethyhandfromoutthypouch,brother,forthoushaltnotpaythisshot.Ho,landlord,apotofale!"

           SothealewasbroughtandgiventoLittleJohn.Then,blowingthefrothalittlewaytomakeroomforhislips,hetiltedthebottomofthepothigherandhigher,tillitpointedtothesky,andhehadtoshuthiseyestokeepthedazzleofthesunshineoutofthem.Thenhetookthepotaway,fortherewasnothinginit,andheavedafulldeepsigh,lookingattheotherswithmoisteyesandshakinghisheadsolemnly.

           "Ho,landlord!"criedthePeddler,"bringthisgoodfellowanotherpotofale,fortrulyitisacredittousalltohaveoneamonguswhocanemptyacanakinsolustily."

           Sotheytalkedamongthemselvesmerrily,untilafterawhilequothLittleJohn,"Whorideththosetwonagsyonder?"

           "Twoholymenlikethee,brother,"quoththeBeggar."Theyarenowhavingagoodlyfeastwithin,forIsmelledthesteamofaboiledpulletjustnow.ThelandladysayeththeycomefromFountainAbbey,inYorkshire,andgotoLincolnonmattersofbusiness."

           "Theyareamerrycouple,"saidtheTinker,"foroneisasleanasanoldwife’sspindle,andtheotherasfatasasuetpudding.