But there was more to come; and Mr.Snell, the landlord, duly put the leading question.
"Why, old Mr.Lammeter had a pretty fortin, didn't they say, when he come into these parts ?" "Well, yes," said Mr.Macey; "but I daresay it's as much as this Mr.
Lammeter's done to keep it whole.

For there was allays a talk as nobody could get rich on the Warrens: though he holds it cheap, for it's what they call Charity Land." "Aye, and there's few folks know so well as you how it come to be Charity Land, eh, Mr.Macey ?" said the butcher.
"How should they ?" said the old clerk, with some contempt.

"Why, my grandfather made the grooms' livery for that Mr.Cliff as came and built the big stables at the Warrens.

Why, they're stables four times as big as Squire Cass's, for he thought o' nothing but hosses and hunting, Cliff didn't--a Lunnon tailor, some folks said, as had gone mad wi' cheating.

For he couldn't ride; lor bless you! they said he'd got no more grip o' the hoss than if his legs had been cross-sticks: my grandfather heared old Squire Cass say so many and many a time.