The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three VolumesReeve, Sophia
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The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three Volumes
Reeve, Sophia
Fiction
"In the course of this time, I had frequently renewed my search for the
will, though without effect; but one day, in examining the contents of a
secret drawer, I discovered bank-notes to the value of seven hundred
pounds, which I made no scruple of securing; and determined, should an
opportunity offer, to leave the Hall, and put myself under the
protection of St. Ledger.
"Providence, in this respect proved favourable; for, a few weeks after,
I was awakened in the night, by a person moaning at my door: thinking
it some new device of my mother, I disregarded it, till I heard the
voice of Thomas lamenting the supposed loss of my reason. I then
hesitated not a moment, but, springing out of bed, soon convinced him
the account he had received of me was false. This worthy servant's joy
was unbounded, and he promised to effect my liberation in the course of
a week; hinting at the same time, that he suspected his lady
participated in the disposition of Sir Horace.
"Thomas kept his word. He soon discovered Mallet was intrusted with the
key; he therefore ventured into his room one night, and perceiving him
in a sound sleep, took the key from his pocket, lightly stepped to my
apartment, and, with an expression of joy in his countenance not to be
described, proclaimed me at liberty.
"Little preparation was necessary; and, bidding my faithful old servant
farewell, I directed my steps to the Parsonage.
"My aunt and Mrs. Blond immediately rose on hearing who it was; and
after a short conference, I prevailed on them to receive part of the
money I had obtained, as their income was then reduced to little more
than one hundred pounds; for Blond possessed too benevolent a
disposition ever to think of amassing money. He had truly regarded his
parishioners as his children; as such their wants ever found the
readiest relief; and to the stranger his heart, his hand, and his door
had ever been open!
"After an affectionate adieu, I hastened to the church, where, for some
time, I indulged in an unrestrained sorrow over the ashes of my father
and Blond.
"The appearance of day at length warned me to retire; and tearing myself
from their sacred remains, I ran to the village, where I procured a
horse, and thence directed my course toward London.
"St. Ledger was from home; but I was received with the greatest
cordiality by his amiable wife, your beloved sister Francoise,
Louise--."
"Sister Francoise, my brother!" cried Louise with vivacity. "Ah, pardon
my interruption: but tell me--satisfy my curiosity respecting her."
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