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But as they turned slowly in the narrow road she added, "Come and see me," and waved to him and wondered if he would. It was growing dusk as they came again to Bloomfield and a chill was settling down. The lights in the windows glowed cheerily against the purple twilight and in one kitchen someone was frying potato cakes.
With a mighty tug he snatches the clothes off the bed, and, dragging with all his might at the arm of the obstinate hero, yells out, "I say, Bloomfield, it's half-past six, and you wanted to be up at six. Get up!" The effect of these combined efforts is that Bloomfield sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes, and demands, "Half-past six! Why didn't you call me at six, you young cad, eh?" "So I did."
"Don't be an ass, Parson," said Telson. "Sit down, can't you? You've no business to look at his diary at all, you know, if it comes to that." Parson sat down with a wrathful countenance, and Telson proceeded. "We shall not see a new race as I hear Riddell and Bloomfield declining. I spoke to Parson who completely repents. He suspects Telson who he ascertains is the one to do it. It is gross.
Burr stated that, after the first vote taken in the House of Representatives, New-York and Tennessee would give in to the federalists." To this Colonel Burr replied, in a letter to Governor Bloomfield, of New-Jersey, under date September 21, 1802:
Her past attainments had been gained apparently without effort, for in the little world she had known at Bloomfield all had been hers to do with as she desired. And then had come the eighteen months in Louisville, with its awakenings, its gradual undermining of her old standards and conceptions, and its whetting of the keen edge of her desire. She had been made to see her facts in another light.
But they knew no shame; they scorned authority which had no terrors to back it; and as for kindness and affection, either they had no hearts, or such as they had were so strongly guarded, and so well concealed, that I, with all my efforts, had not yet discovered how to reach them. Bloomfield sent for me, and calmly told me that after Midsummer my services would be no longer required.
"Yes," said Bloomfield, "I heard that." "Very well, they're much more likely to keep order for you than for that other fellow. We'll try it anyhow." "I know a lot of the schoolhouse monitors think just the same as we do," said Tipper, "but they're so precious jealous for their house. They'd sooner stick to Riddell than allow a Parrett's fellow to be cock of the school."
This seems to be a paradox, but I think I could explain it very easily. I find, however, that the ladies are looking as if they wanted to go home, and I am quite ready, Mrs. Armstrong. But while the ladies put their bonnets on, just let Smith see your schoolroom, Mr. Bloomfield. As an inhabitant of Purleybridge, I already begin to be proud of it." The ladies did go to put on their bonnets.
Git right in, gemmans. Whoa dar, Flossie! Don't yo' git so nimpatient! Stop yo' dancin', old girl. You're gittin' Dick all fretted up." Frank and Bart sprang in and took the rear seat. In a moment Toots was on the front seat, and the horses clattered out of the stable. The eastbound express drew up at Bloomfield station.
The agitations of the war which had so recently come to an end had hardly touched this quiet and peaceful community. They had stoutly "borne their testimony," and faced the question where it could not be evaded; and although the dashing Philadelphia militia had been stationed at Camp Bloomfield, within four miles of them, the previous year, these good people simply ignored the fact.
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