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cobbler
Sarah
Albert
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(The cobbler was an old man. [...] It was a small church, not Catholic. It was a Church of England. [...] His wife was 53, she was named Anna. She wore glasses and had grayish white hair, she was stout and messy.
[...] There was the Laverne family, and De Nauge, and the Breims. [...] It was so damp it wasn’t healthy, it was too foggy. The hay was never dry. [...] They didn’t like their babies dying, though, but they just thought it was life. [...] They didn’t think it was necessary. [...]
(The name of the village was Levonshire. [...] It was very rocky there. It was on the northeast coast of England. [...] For some reason the land was better there. [...] And there was wheat and barley. [...]
[...] 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.
[...] It was a craft, something he bartered for shoes. [...] The village was right by the sea. It was the only cobbler’s shop in quite a few villages around there, and there was a lot of community bartering going on. [...]
[...] I don’t know what kind of fish it was, but they had piles of it on a good day. [...] 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 and very hilly, so they depended on the fish.
(There was a boy in the shop too. [...] His name was Albert, Albert Lang. He was 11, I think. [...] This was strange, because most people didn’t have them. [...]
(The cobbler was comparatively well off, though not wealthy. He was 53 years old when he died. The boy Albert was too young to take his place when he died, so the village didn’t have a cobbler for a couple of years. The boy was a fisherman for a while. [...]
[...] 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. [...] It was just this little inlet, with the rocky hills and not much grass. [...] There was just room enough for their little boats to go out after fish.
[...] Well, it was two days overland, by stage, two days on horseback. [...] It was too dangerous, there were too many robbers. So they always stayed at this inn that was about halfway there. It was called Sedgewick. [...]
