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But you knew what was going on well enough, didnt you, Mr. Macey? You were live enough, eh? said the butcher. Lor bless you! said Mr. Macey, pausing and smiling in pity at the impotence of his hearers imaginationwhy, I was all of a tremble: it was as if Id been a coat pulled by the two tails, like; for I couldnt stop the parsonI couldnt take upon me to do that; and yet I said to myself, I says, Suppose they shouldnt be fast married, cause the words are contrairy? and my head went working like a mill, for I was allays uncommon for turning things over and seeing all round em; and I says to myself, Ist the meanin or the words as makes folks fast i wedlock? For the parson meant right, and the bride and bridegroom meant right. But then, when I come to think on it, meanin goes but a little way i most things; for you may mean to stick things together, and your glue may be bad, and then where are you? And so I says to mysen, It isnt the meanin, its the glue. And I was worreted as if Id got three bells to pull at once, when we went into the vestry, and they begun to sign their names. But wheres the use o talking? you cant think what goes on in a cute mans inside. But you held in for all that, didnt you, Mr. Macey? said the landlord. Ay, I held in tight till I was by mysen wi Mr. Drumlow, and then I out wi everything, but respectful, as I allays did. And he made light on it, and he says, Pooh, pooh, Macey; make yourself easy, he says: its neither the meaning nor the words; its the regester does itthats the glue. So you see he settled it easy; for parsons and doctors know everything by heart, like, so as they arent worreted wi thinking whats the rights and wrongs o things, as In been many and manys the time. And sure enough the wedding turned out all right, ony poor Mrs. Lammeterthats Miss Osgood as wasdied afore the lasses was growed up; but for prosperity and everything respectable, theres no family more looked on. Every one of Mr. Maceys audience had heard this story many times, but it was listened to as if it had been a favourite tune, and at certain points the puffing of the pipes was momentarily suspended, that the listeners might give their whole minds to the expected words. But there was more to come; and Mr. Snell, the landlord, duly put the leading question. Why, old Mr. Lammeter had a pretty fortin, didnt they say, when he come into these parts? Well, yes, said Mr. Macey; but I dare say its as much as this Mr. Lammeters 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 its what they call Charity Land. Ay, and theres 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, theyre stables four times as big as Squire Casss, for he thought o nothing but hosses and hunting, Cliff didnta Lunnon tailor, some folks said, as had gone mad wi cheating. For he couldnt ride; Lor bless you, they said hed 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. But ride he would as if Old Harry had been a-driving him; and hed a son, a lad o sixteen, and nothing would his father have him do but he must ride and ridethough the lad was frighted, they said. And it was a common saying as the father wanted to ride the tailor out o the lad, and make a gentleman on himnot but what Im a tailor myself, but in respect as God made me such, Im proud on it, for Macey, tailor, s been wrote up over our door since afore the Queens heads went out on the shillings. But Cliff, he was ashamed o being called a tailor, and he was sore vexed as his riding was laughed at, and nobody o the gentlefolks hereabout could abide him. Howsomever, the poor lad got sickly and died; and the father didnt live long after him, for he got queerer nor ever, and they said he used to go out i the dead o the night, wi a lantern in his hand, to the stables, and set a lot o lights burning, for he got as he couldnt sleep; and there hed stand, cracking his whip and looking at his hosses; and they said it was a mercy as the stables didnt get burnt down wi the poor |
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