Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription SHARP PASSAGES AT ARMS. 177

BARSFIELD retired to his slumbers that night with pleasant
anticipations. Blonay again sought the woods, and sleeplessly
sought, by the doubtful moonlight, his way into the same
swamp recesses which he had traversed through the day. His
leading passion was revenge, and he spared no pains to se-
cure it. He could sleep standing against a tree ; and he
seemed not even to need repose at, all. He was gone all
night, yet appeared at the mansion of Mr. Berkeley ready for
his breakfast, and seemingly as if he had never felt fatigue.
The two maidens the next morning stood conversing in the
piazza. Barsfield, with his corps, baggage-wagons and all,
had just departed. Blonay, too, had set off, but in a different
direction. Piney Grove was once more left to its old, sweet
quiet ; and a painful restraint and a heavy weight seemed
taken from the heart of Janet Berkeley with the absence of
her father's guests.
Well, Janet," exclaimed the livelier Rose Duncan, as they
looked down the long avenue, and surveyed its quiet, I am
heartily glad our military visiters are gone. I am sick of big
swords, big whiskers, and big feathers, the more particularly
indeed, as, with many of this sort of gentry, these endowments
seem amply sufficient to atone for and redeem the most outra-
geous stupidity, mixed with much more monstrous self-esteem.
There was not one of these creatures, now, that could fairly
persuade a body, even in the most trying country emergency,
to remember she had a heart at all. All was stuff and stiff-
ness, buttons and buckram ; and when the creatures did make