"He talked about an old event from more than twenty years ago..."
Eld lowered his voice slightly, as if someone had unexpectedly discovered a dust-covered box in the corner of the room and gently blew on it: "It was 1810, in the middle of winter. Heavy snow blocked the roads, the river was frozen, and the wind whirled ice shards in the valley. In a poorhouse in the rural area of Bradford, Yorkshire, the lights unusually stayed on all night. Because a woman with lips turned blue from the cold, heavily pregnant and all alone, knocked on the door of the poorhouse that evening."
