begging-bag

Updated: August 17, 2026

It was as if all the secret rills of the broad earth had been summoned from their founts. No noise more miserably watery could have proceeded from a nose. He beamed upon me. "Am I a wet blanket?" he cried. "Now, friend, shall we go?" He had packed up his tools in his begging-bag and stood ready to depart. I reminded him that I had no papers. "That need not disturb you at all," he said.

Maurice Henry Hewlett - The Fool Errant : Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca