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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.

(It was of a young girl in a type of flaring and belted, blue party dress. She had long yellow hair; her back was to me. She wore short white socks and shiny black patent-leather shoes with a single strap across the instep. And she was in the act of stomping down, repeatedly, upon a small white and brown dog, with her right foot. The dog lay on its back, legs up. It made no sound, nor did it appear to be hurt. The girl, about six years old, repeatedly brought her foot down upon the animal. Her arms lifted like wings, her hair was very pretty. The belt around her waist was about two inches wide.