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38165	Blasco Ibáñez, Vicente	The Cabin [La barraca]			.txt	text/plain	60216	2934	79	passed the day singing and sewing at the door of their farm-house, and the day when the fields of old Barret should be cultivated, the _huerta_ They lived in that old farm-house like shipwrecked Batiste went out to meet the old man; he could not pass through; the And for the first time since his coming to the _huerta_, Batiste left A little, thin, bent, old man, whose red and horny hands trembled as toward the road, looking at Pimentó's farm-house, whose roof stood out Hence from morning to night the old farm-house sent from its door a lived in the farm-house next to old Batiste, felt the same hatred as on him the evil eye, for his poor Morrut, the old horse who was like a Batiste stopped before the closed door of the farm-house: He went along over the dark road, walking silently like a man who knows	./cache/38165.txt	./txt/38165.txt