I here entail The crown to thee and to thine heirs forever.

Standing foursquare in the heart of the town, at the intersection of the two main streets, a “jog” at each street corner left around the market-house a little public square, which at this hour was well occupied by carts and wagons from the country and empty drays awaiting hire

Fiddlestrings used to be made of catgut.

Huge queues form outside the Chippy, often stretching back to the Coop and beyond.