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(They had windows in the front room, though—and benches and a stone floor. It was a stone house with a fireplace in it. It was September, damp and foggy in the afternoon, about four o’clock. Sarah Wellington was blond—she had stringy hair, she wasn’t pretty, but bony. She was 17.

(I can more or less see the main street. I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. But it was never flooded, the road kept the village dry. There wasn’t any sandy beach. No, I wouldn’t know it if I saw it, it’s not there now. I don’t think I’d know the spot. It was just this little inlet, with the rocky hills and not much grass. It wasn’t a seaport, big ships couldn’t get in close. There was just room enough for their little boats to go out after fish.

(And Sarah, the first one, if she hadn’t burned to death she would have died anyhow at 17. It’s so funny, but she had tuberculosis. One lung was bad. It was a bad place to live. The village wasn’t sunny, and they kept the windows closed. There weren’t many windows anyhow. The land was very rocky, and they just would build a house on a slab of rock, and it was always damp. They had dogs and cats.