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It was the Simpson-thing, and it did look very funny by daylight, I must say,—just a wob of blue flannel tied with a string.

You could generally tell an Auld Licht in Thrums when you passed him, his dull, vacant face wrinkled over a heavy wob.

You could generally tell an Auld Licht in Thrums when you passed him, his dull vacant face wrinkled over a heavy wob.