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silas marner(织工马南)-第22章

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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。” 

    “Ay; 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。   But   ride   he   would;   as   if   Old   Harry   had 

been a…driving him; and he’d a son; a lad o’ sixteen; and nothing 

would his father have him do; but he must ride and ride—though 

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 him—not but what I’m a tailor myself; but in respect 



George Eliot                                                         ElecBook Classics 


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                                Silas Marner                                        70 



as God made me such; I’m proud on it; for ‘Macey; tailor’; ’s been 

wrote up over our door since afore the Queen’s 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 didn’t 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   couldn’t   sleep;   and   there   he’d 

stand; cracking his whip and looking at his hosses; and they said it 

was   a   mercy   as   the   stables   didn’t   get   burned   down   wi’   the   poor 

dumb creaturs in ’em。 But at last he died raving; and they found as 

he’d   left   all   his   property;   Warrens   and   all;   to   a   Lunnon   Charity; 

and that’s how the Warrens come to be Charity Land; though; as 

for  the   stables;   Mr。   Lammeter   never   uses   ’em—they’re   out   o’   all 

charicter—lor bless you! if you was to  set  the   doors   a…banging  in 

’em; it ’ud sound like thunder half o’er the parish。” 

    “Ay;   but   there’s   more   going   on   in   the   stables   than   what   folks 

see by daylight; eh; Mr。 Macey?” said the landlord。 

    “Ay; ay; go that way of a dark night; that’s all;” said Mr。 Macey; 

winking mysteriously; “and then make believe; if you like; as you 

didn’t see lights i’ the stables; nor hear the stamping o’ the hosses; 

nor    the   cracking    o’  the   whips;    and    howling;    too;  if  it’s  tow’rt 

daybreak。 ‘Cliff’s Holiday’ has been the name of it ever sin’ I were 

a boy; that’s to say; some said as it was the holiday Old Harry gev 

him from roasting; like。 That’s what my father told me; and he was 

a   reasonable      man;    though     there’s   folks   nowadays       know    what 

happened   afore   they   were   born   better   nor   they   know   their   own 

business。” 



George Eliot                                                         ElecBook Classics 


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                                Silas Marner                                        71 



    “What      do  you    say   to  that;  eh;   Dowlas?”      said   the  landlord; 

turning   to   the   farrier;   who   was   swelling   with   impatience   for   his 

cue。 “There’s a nut for you to crack。” 

    Mr。   Dowlas   was   the   negative   spirit   in   the   company;   and   was 

proud of his position。 

    “Say? I say what a man should say as doesn’t shut his eyes to 

look   at   a   fingerpost。   I   say;   as   I’m   ready   to   wager   any   man   ten 

pound; if he’ll stand out wi’ me any dry night in the pasture before 

the Warren stables; as we shall neither see lights nor hear noises; 

if it isn’t the blowing of our own noses。 That’s what I say; and I’ve 

said it many a time; but there’s nobody ’ull ventur a ten…pun’ note 

on their ghos’es as they make so sure of。” 

    “Why; Dowlas; that’s easy betting; that is;” said Ben Winthrop。 

“You might as well bet a man as he wouldn’t catch the rheumatise 

if he stood up to ’s neck in the pool of a frosty night。 It ’ud be fine 

fun for a man to win his bet as he’d catch the rheumatise。 Folks as 

believe   in   Cliff’s   Holiday   aren’t   a…going   to   ventur   near   it   for   a 

matter o’ ten pound。” 

    “If   Master   Dowlas   wants   to   know   the       truth   on  it;”  said  Mr。 

Macey; with a sarcastic smile; tapping his thumbs together; “he’s 

no   call   to   lay   any   bet—let   him   go   and   stan’   by   himself—there’s 

nobody ’ull hinder him; and then he can let the parish’ners know if 

they’re wrong。” 

    “Thank you! I’m obliged to you;” said the farrier; with a snort of 

scorn。 “If folks are fools; it’s no business o’ mine。   I  don’t  want  to 

make out the truth  about  ghos’es:   I   know  it a’ready。   But  I’m   not 

against a bet—everything fair and open。 Let any man bet me ten 

pound as I shall see Cliff’s Holiday; and I’ll go and stand by myself。 

I want no company。 I’d as lief do it as I’d fill this pipe。” 



George Eliot                                                         ElecBook Classics 


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                                 Silas Marner                                        72 



    “Ah; but who’s to watch you; Dowlas; and see you do it? That’s 

no fair bet;” said the butcher。 

    “No fair bet!” replied Mr。 Dowlas; angrily。 “I should like to hear 

any man stand up and say I want to bet unfair。 Come now; Master 

Lundy; I should like to hear you say it。” 

    “Very like you would;” said the butcher。 “But it’s no business o’ 

mine。 You’re none o’ my bargains; and I aren’t a…going to try and 

’bate your price。 If anybody’ll bid for you at your own vallying; let 

him。 I’m for peace and quietness; I am。” 

    “Yes; that’s what every yapping cur is; when you hold a stick up 

at him;” said the farrier。 “But I’m 
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