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
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"My acquaintance," said Edward, "if it deserve that epithet, with this
truly beloved girl, began nearly three years since. I was returning,
with some of my fellow-collegians, from an evening's excursion, toward
our college; when a horse, on which was a lady, approached with a
rapidity fright only could occasion: the impulse of humanity hurried me
to her assistance: I caught at the rein, at the moment when,
overpowered by terror, she quitted her hold, and fell senseless to the
ground. I failed in my attempt to stop the affrighted animal, who darted
along with the utmost velocity; but fortunately so far broke the fall of
his lovely burthen, that she received no material hurt. I raised her
from the ground, and recollection was returning, when a gentleman,
followed by his servant, rode up to us; but, to my great astonishment,
instead of expressing any concern at the accident, or inquiring if the
lovely object I held in my arms had sustained any injury, he broke into
violent exclamations of rage at her mismanagement of her steed, and
declared she would only have received her due reward, if she had broken
her neck! I could not listen to him with patience, but sharply told
him--I should have supposed he designed her to meet the fate he had
mentioned, by his trusting her on an animal, more fit for the hands of a
horse-breaker than a lady.
"'And who, Sir,' he vociferated, 'asked your opinion of the matter?
Cease your impertinence, or talk to your fellows! For you, Madam, you
shall ride this horse for six months to come: and, if you dare, repeat
this day's behaviour!'
"He then commanded the servant to ride after the horse; in the mean time
I endeavoured to encourage the weeping girl, who, however, was too much
terrified by the menaces of her father, for such he was, to pay much
attention to me.
"The horse had been stopped by some farmers; and, on the servant's
returning with it, her father peremptorily commanded her to
re-mount.--'Dear--dear father,' she cried, wringing her hands, 'do not
insist on it;--pray let me walk.'
"'Get up this instant,' he replied, 'and do not irritate me, or my whip
shall enforce your obedience!'--He was going to execute his threat, when
I lifted his trembling daughter on the saddle, and, taking hold of the
bridle, told my companions I would soon rejoin them, then, begging her
to dispel her apprehensions, for I would guide her horse, led it by the
side of her father's.
"She looked her thanks for my care, whilst a faint smile played through
her tears; nor was my precaution useless, as the frequent starts of the
frightened animal plainly showed he would again have hurried his lovely
mistress into danger, if he had not been restrained by a more powerful
hand.
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