The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III: A Novel in Three Volumes — John Shaqi
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
"Her father, as his passion subsided, I believe, became more conscious
of her danger; for when we had proceeded nearly a mile, he stopped, and,
alighting, commanded the servant to change the saddles; the man obeyed
with alacrity, and in a few minutes had the satisfaction of seeing her
on her father's horse; that gentleman mounting the runaway steed; then,
with more politeness than I expected from his preceding behaviour, he
thanked me for the attention I had shown his daughter: and wishing me
good evening, bowed and proceeded on his way. I remained on the spot, my
eyes directed after them, till they quitted the road, when I slowly
retraced my way to the college.
"This incident remained, with the image of the lovely girl, impressed
for some time on my mind; but in vain I visited every place of public
amusement, or inquired amongst my acquaintance, no one knew the person I
described.
"Time had nearly effaced the circumstance from my mind, when I received
my mother's letter, enjoining me to return to the Parsonage. I obeyed,
and, the day after my arrival, was going to the cottage of Owen, for the
purpose of meeting Thomas, when, on approaching the spot we have now
passed, I beheld three females, and as many children; one, who appeared
by her dress to be superior to the others, was seated on a ridge of
rock, caressing the infants; one appeared a servant, and the other, by
the loudness of her exclamations and thanks, I discovered to be an
object of charity, whom the beneficence of the first had relieved. I
approached, and with surprise beheld the features of her I had formerly
assisted; but, gracious Heaven, how was every charm improved! She as
instantly recalled me to remembrance, and, with a blush which heightened
every beauty, rose to return my salutation. At that moment I forgot the
purport of my walk--my mother--all but the lovely object before me. In
answer to my expressions of surprise, at meeting her in such an
unfrequented place, she informed me, she was on a visit to a relation of
her mother, who resided not more than two miles off; then, in terms as
elegant as language could express, or gratitude inspire, she thanked me
for the assistance I had formerly afforded her; enumerated each little
circumstance of the adventure, and again repeated her thanks. They led
to other subjects: the woman and her children retired toward the
village, and the time passed imperceptibly, till her maid warned her it
was time to return to the house of her friend. I would have escorted
her; but she declined my offer, adding--'As I informed you, I am under
the care of a relation, whose ideas of propriety are too rigidly severe,
to let her pardon such a liberty, should I grant it: and I think you,
who so humanely saved my life, would not wish, even for a moment, to
render that life unpleasant or unhappy.'
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