The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)Burney, Fanny
History
The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
Tears now rolled fast and unchecked down her cheeks, while, in tones of
enthusiasm, she continued, 'I hail thee once again, oh life! with all
thy arrows! Welcome, welcome, every evil that associates my catastrophe
with that of Harleigh!--Yet I blush, methinks, to live!--Blush, and feel
little,--nearly in the same proportion that I should have gloried to
die!'
With these words, and recoiling from a solemn, yet tender exhortation,
begun by Harleigh, she abruptly quitted the little building; and, her
mind not more highly wrought by self-exaltation, than her body was
weakened by successive emotions, she was compelled to accept the
fearfully offered assistance of Ellis, to regain, with tottering steps,
the house.
CHAPTER XIX
Ellis entered into the chamber with Elinor; who, equally exhausted in
body and in mind, flung herself upon her bed, where she remained some
time totally mute: her eyes wide open, yet looking at nothing,
apparently in a state of stupefaction; but from which, in a few minutes,
suddenly starting, and taking Ellis by the hand, with a commanding air,
she abruptly said, 'Ellis, are you fixed to marry Lord Melbury?'
Ellis positively disclaimed any such idea.
'What am I to infer?' cried Elinor, with returning and frightful
agitation; 'Will you be firm to your engagement? Is it truly your
decision to refuse the hand of Harleigh, though he were to offer it
you?'
Ellis shuddered, and looked down; but answered, 'I will surely, Madam,
never forget my engagement!'
The most perfect calm now succeeded to the many storms which had both
impelled and shattered Elinor; and, after swallowing a copious draught
of cold water, she laid her head upon her pillow, and fell into a
profound and heavy, though not tranquil sleep.
Ellis, unable to conjecture in what frame of mind she might wake, did
not dare leave her. She sat watchfully by her side, amazed to see, that,
with such energy of character, such quickness of parts, such strength of
comprehension, she not only gave way to all her impulses like a child,
but, like a child, also, when over-fatigued, could suddenly lose her
sufferings and her remembrance in a sort of spontaneous slumber.
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