"As you can see, that night left its mark on me."

After supper that same night the young couple left for the country.

The memory was replaced by another: their last night together before he'd left for the Jefferson.

Thus the night before we left Hans arrived and asked me to "write a paper" for him.

And one night when everything was in place, Michael left her house and just disappeared.

The night before he left there was a terrible storm.

But two hot nights in an old, packed field house left too many questions.

Might as well enjoy what the night had left in it.

The next night they still had some stuff left, it was that good.

The night had left him with a sense of formless urgency.