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
Ellis turned cold with horrour. Her first idea was to send for Mrs
Maple; yet that lady was so completely without influence, that any
interference on her part, might rather stimulate than impede what it was
meant to oppose. It seemed, therefore, safest to trust wholly to
Harleigh.
The eyes of Elinor were wild and fierce, her complexion was livid, her
countenance was become haggard; and, while she talked of triumph, and
fancied it was what she felt, every feature exhibited the most tortured
marks of impetuous sorrow, and ungoverned disappointment.
She took from her bureau the shagreen case which she had so fondly
caressed, and which Ellis concluded to contain some portrait, or
cherished keep-sake of Harleigh; and hurried down stairs. Ellis
fearfully followed her. No one happened to be in the way, and she was
already in the garden, when, turning suddenly round, and perceiving
Ellis, 'Oh ho!' she cried, 'you come unbidden? you are right; I shall
want you.'
She then precipitately entered the summer-house, in which Harleigh was
awaiting her in the keenest anxiety.
His disturbance was augmented upon observing her extreme paleness,
though she tried to meet him with a smile. She shut and bolted the door,
and seated herself before she spoke.
Assuming then a mien of austerity, though her voice betrayed internal
tremour, 'Harleigh!' she cried, 'be not alarmed. I have received your
answer!--fear not that I shall ever expect--or would, now, even listen
to another! 'Tis to vindicate, not to lower my character that I am here.
I have given you, I am aware, a great surprise by what you conceive to
be my weakness; prepare yourself for a yet greater, from an opposite
cause. I come to explain to you the principles by which I am actuated,
clearly and roundly; without false modesty, insipid affectation, or
artful ambiguity. You will then know from what plan of reasoning I adopt
my measures; which as yet, believing to be urged only by my feelings,
you attribute, perhaps,--like that poor scared Ellis, to insanity.'
Ellis forced a smile, and, seating herself at some distance, tried to
wear the appearance of losing her apprehensions; while Harleigh, drawing
a chair near Elinor, assured her that his whole mind was engaged in
attention to what she might disclose.
Her voice now became more steady, and she proceeded.
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