The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)Burney, Fanny
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The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
'Just as I came of age, and ought to have shaken off the shackles of
Aunt Maple, and to have enjoyed my independence and my fortune together,
accident brought into my way a young lawyer--this Dennis Harleigh--of
great promise in the only profession in the world that gives wit fair
play. And I thought him, then,--mark me, Ellis, then!--of a noble
appearance. He delighted to tell me his causes, state their merits, and
ask my opinions. I always took the opposite side to that which he was
employed to plead, in order to try his powers, and prove my own. The
French Revolution had just then burst forth, into that noble flame that
nearly consumed the old world, to raise a new one, phoenix like, from
its ashes. Soon tired of our every day subjects and contests, I began
canvassing with him the Rights of Man. He had fallen desperately in love
with me, either for my wit or my fortune, or both; and therefore all
topics were sure to be approved. Enchanted with a warfare in which I was
certain to be always victorious, I grew so fond of conquest, that I was
never satisfied but when combating; and the joy I experienced in the
display of my own talents, made me doat upon his sight. The truth is,
our mutual vanity mutually deceived us: he saw my pleasure in his
company, and concluded that it was personal regard: I found nothing to
rouse the energies of my faculties in his absence, and imagined myself
enamoured of my vanquished antagonist. Aunt Maple did her little
best--for every thing she does is little--to forward the connexion;
because, though his fortune is trifling, his professional expectations
are high; and though he is a younger brother, he is born of a noble
family: and that sort of mean old stuff is always in her head; for if
the whole world were revolutionized, you could never make her conceive a
new idea. And the great fact of all is, she cannot bear I should leave
her house before I marry, because, she is sure, in one of my own, I
shall adopt some new system of life. Thus, in the toils of my self-love,
I became entangled; poor Dennis called himself the happiest of men; the
settlements were all drawn up; and we were looking about us for a house
to our fancy, and all that sort of stuff, when Dennis introduced his
family to us.--Now the rest, I suppose, you can divine?'
This was, indeed, not difficult; but Ellis durst not risk any reply.
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