One wheel struck a cobble stone, and the buggy lurched horribly.
The Americans started to cross from Cobble hill, on the ice.
I'm a bad sewer, but I dare say I'd manage to cobble up something.
In a few days, the whole home-life on top of the Cobble centred around them.
I can perceive all things in about the same way that I can see all cobble stones.
Don't you come to ...