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Nevertheless, in a barn one October evening, a sailor came drunkenly tip-toeing from the fields, Mark being our tipsy sailor. He expected to find his fair damsel there in your son’s arms, and he was quite prepared, having a knife in his belt. He heard the girl’s nervous titter—

You, Joseph, dropped your pretty parcel; this is for the record, so I shan’t note the position in which you had her so tenderly enfolded. There was no light in the barn. Our friend Mark let out a bellowing shriek. You thought the intruder was your son, since the girl was one of his mistresses. In a truly laughable attempt to elicit your son’s sympathy you literally wept in your beard.

Mark, when he realized who you were, damn near strangled you. But there is a postscript. You went back into the house, weeping at your old man’s fate. Mark grabbed the girl for one revengeful embrace. Ruburt came across the same fields with his horse, led the horse into the barn, and found Mark and his mistress.

You told me this story the next morning when both young men showed up with black eyes, and Mark with a broken wrist. But Mark, out of the goodness of his heart, never told your son who he found first in the barn, and of such small but tasty incidents is the history of the race composed.

[...] It has a large square design at the front like a garage or large barn door or even a firehouse. [...]

[...] The dream gave him three scenes representing various areas of his life in terms of time—the institution of the gallery and his early ideas, the office representing the world, and his hiding place, which was a kind of storage barn. [...]

[...] And if Ruburt continues feeding his pigeons as he does, then they will all be as big as barns.

of some old barn,

[...] There is a connection with barns here.

[...] You could see a rather hilarious play re-enacted, perhaps in a certain barn which you might see in your front yard—over the brow of the hill, where there is no land now.

[...] The barn episode, taking place in the town of Triev, Denmark, involved Jane, Bill, Seth and me.

[...] The two cats had lived only in a gloomy barn so far, and were so shy they hid under our living-room couch for several days.

[...] The room is very bare and barn-like.

[...] Jimmy (long deceased) was a kind and outgoing landlord and restaurateur who lived with his wife and three children on the second floor of the old converted horse barn and carriage house in back of the apartment house he owned at 458 West Water Street, where Jane and I lived. [...]