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This was stuck there in my craw like that - couldn't figur it quite out - till I went back are read what a clumsy wreck I'd made of saying what I'd wanted. The smid was of course more or less with his pension even before I ever went to him. Still old habits persisted in the Village and the forge which had been a center of action and work was by that time the place more for socializing. Far from accusing the smid of slacking off it was to say I was there as a lone patron the rest having, as I said, abandoned such an idea as, "not of these times" as they say it here, literally, and derogatorily too. Sure, the smid was startled someone'd come for something other than to drink a coffee and roll a smoke so it took some convincing to get him to believe I wanted him to work iron for me, him thinking it was nuts when there was a box store in town. So those misfits, of course I was gladly joining in.Good Lord,Ernest,must you be so brutally direct?!
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