Take a glass of your own sherry, will you ?" The landlord looked suspiciously at his guest: perhaps the phrase "your own sherry" smote his conscience, knowing the price he paid for it, and what it was, and what he meant to charge; but grunting: "Here's to you, Sir," he filled his glass, and smacked his lips over it slowly.
"Solomon has not set him against me," was Richard's conclusion.

"The graceful manner of this Cornish giant is natural to him .-- You have a fine castle here, Mr.Trevethick, and nobly placed.

Indeed, I never saw the like before." "So most folks say," answered the landlord.
"There is not much left of it, however," said Richard, smiling.
"Well, it'll last my time, at all events, and I dare say yours," was the morose reply.
"Indeed it will, and that of many a generation to come.

It is seldom one sees such massive walls.

A good deal of trouble, however, seems to have been taken to prevent people from running away with them, to judge by this;" and he held up the key.
"Well, the castle is mine, Sir--or, at least, I pay my rent for it; and, I suppose, I can do what I like with my own.