The Grinder Papers — page 236: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. an NUMBER TWENTY-EIGHT. CHARITY DISCOVERS A BURGLAR, York is a most an awful place. It takes a spell tu find out what the people be. When I fust arrived I used tu be contin- ooally imposed on tu.. Hed my pocket picked, gin away silver tua burgular, and was fur all the world like a poor innercent Canary in a garret full o’ cats. Howsever, I’ve gained experience now. And there’s one advantage o’ bein’ o’ the years 0’ ap- proachin’ matoority—you dew gain experience. I know how tu judge York human nature the minnit I set eyes on ‘em. These here young men with light kids, and colored neck-ties, and mustaches, and shiny tall hats—them’s all pickpockets. And them: big fellers with hats on the backs o’ their heads, gin- erally white ones, and their sleeves pulled up a bit, and nice, fat, white hands—they’re card-playin’ gambolers. And them young gals with jockeys and men’s straw hats—they’re female pickpockets. And them middlin’-aged, wimmin, dressed up tu kill, are awful critters. And them rough sort o’ men with holes in their elbers, and no neck-ties—they’re highway burgulars. And the men in white cravats, that you’d take for clergymen— they are impostures, And the little children that come a beg- Gomilcboo “S (e(e) mn