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Then suddenly, I was back again, seeing the later time. [...] One lung was bad. It was a bad place to live. [...] The land was so rocky … and they would build a house on a slab of rock, and it was always damp. … Sarah’s dress was dirty. It was woolen, a brown natural color because it wasn’t dyed. [...]
“The cobbler was comparatively well off, though not wealthy. He was fifty-three when he died. The boy, Albert, was too young to take over the shop, and for a couple of years the village had no cobbler, and the boy was a fisherman. [...] His wife’s name was also Sarah. She was a cousin of Sarah Wellington’s. Most of the people in the village were related in one way or another; they had no other place to go.”
[...] There was fishing all year long. [...] The water was warm in the winter. That’s why it was so foggy. They didn’t farm too much because the ground was poor and rocky, very hilly; so they depended on fish.”
“The cobbler was an old man. He was also the sexton of a small church, the Church of England. [...] His wife was fifty-three, Anna. She wore glasses and had grayish white hair and was very stout and messy.
“It was two days overland by stage, two days by horseback. [...] It was too dangerous; there were too many robbers. So they always stayed at an inn that was about halfway there. It was called Sedgewick. [...]
[...] Part of me was aware of the strangeness of the situation and of the flickering candlelight in which Rob was furiously taking notes. But another part of my consciousness was focused on the gun, and I was intent upon describing it as well as possible.
[...] King Edward was in London then. [...] When Edward was crowned, they made the trip. [...] She was forty-one and he was forty-six at the time. [...]
[...] There was salt in the ocean — that’s why they washed there. But they thought that drinking water was unhealthy. It was hilly and rocky behind the village, but there was a stream up there, and they went up with horses and buckets. [...]
“My experience was great,” I said. “But it was something like a moving picture I was looking at from some crazy angle. [...] But your vision was quicker, more limited, but very precise.”
It was the first time Miss Cunningham and I had really talked together in some time, and I was shocked by the change in her. Her hair was unkept. [...]
