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
They then proceeded to the principal inn, where the Admiral called all
the crew, as he styled the party, to a spacious room, and a cheering
fire, of which he undertook the discipline.
The sight of this meanly attired person, invited into the apartment both
by the Admiral and Mr Harleigh, with a civility that seemed blind to her
shabby appearance, proved so miraculous a restorative to Mrs Maple,
that, rising from a great chair, into which, with a declaration that she
was half dead from her late fright and sickness, she had thrown herself,
she was endowed with sudden strength of body to stand stiffly upright,
and of lungs to pronounce, in shrill but powerful accents, 'Pray, Mr
Harleigh, are we to go on any farther as if we were to live all our
lives in a stage coach? Why can't that body as well stay in the
kitchen?'
The stranger would hastily have retired, but the Admiral, taking her
softly by the shoulder, said, 'I have been a commanding officer the best
part of my life, Gentlewoman; and though a devil of a wound has put me
upon the superannuated list, I am not sunk into quite such a fair
weather chap, as to make over my authority, in such a little pitiful
skiff's company as this, to petticoat government;--though no man has a
better respect for the sex, in its proper element; which, however, is
not the sea. Therefore, Madam,' turning to Mrs Maple, 'this gentlewoman
being my own passenger, and having comported herself without any offence
either to God or man, I shall take it kind if you will treat her in a
more Christian-like manner.'
While Mrs Maple began an angry reply, the stranger forced herself out of
the apartment. The Admiral followed.
'I hope, gentlewoman,' he was beginning, 'you won't be cast down, or
angry, at a few vagaries--' when, looking in her face, he saw a
countenance so gaily happy, that his condolence was changed into pleased
astonishment. 'Angry!' she repeated, 'at a moment such as this!--a
moment of so blessed an escape!--I should be the most graceless of
wretches, if I had one sensation but of thankfulness and joy!'
'You are a very brave woman,' said the Admiral, 'and I am sorry,'
looking at her tattered clothing, 'to see you in no better plight:
though, perchance, if you had been born to more glitter without, you
might have had less ore within. However, if you don't much like the
vapouring of that ancient lady, which I have no very extraordinary
liking to myself, neither, why stay in another room till we have done
with the pilot; and then, if I can be of any use in helping you to your
friends, I shall be glad to be at your service. For I take it for
granted, though you are not in your own country, you are too good a
woman to be without friends, as I know no worse sign of a person's
character.'
He then joined his fellow-voyagers, and the stranger went on to enquire
for the master of the house.
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