I don’t like to drive this coast at night.

I’ll never travel on a rapide again at night.

Every time I went to work in the shed at night.

Three Roman soldiers are in a drinking-place at eleven o’clock at night.

I got in pretty bad shape along early last spring and at night it bothers me.

Her mouth was open and when I came into the shed at night to cut up the big wood, I hung the lantern from it.

He wouldn’t sleep at night and he’d get up in the morning feeling that way, you know, when you can’t shut your hands.

I had been that way for a long time, ever since I had been blown up at night and felt it go out of me and go off and then come back.

I was never ashamed of the ribbons, though, and sometimes, after the cocktail hour, I would imagine myself having done all the things they had done to get their medals; but walking home at night through the empty streets with the cold wind and all the shops closed, trying to keep near the street lights, I knew that I would never have done such things, and I was very much afraid to die, and often lay in bed at night by myself, afraid to die and wondering how I would be when I went back to the front again.