The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5) — John Shaqi
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
The Incognita, helpless for seeking any more genial mode of travelling,
obeyed the call, but had scarcely entered the apartment, when Mrs
Ireton, starting, and forgetting her new illness, exclaimed, in a
powerful voice, 'Why, what is become of your black patch?'
The young woman, hastily putting her hand to her cheek, blushed
extremely, while she answered, 'Bless me, it must have dropt off!--I
will run and look for it.'
Mrs Ireton peremptorily forbade her to move; and, staring at her with a
mixture of curiosity and harshness, ordered her to draw away her hand.
She resisted for some time, but, overpowered by authoritative commands,
was reduced, at length, to submit; and Mrs Ireton then perceived, that
neither wound, scar, nor injury of any sort, had occasioned the patch to
have been worn.
The excess of her surprize at this discovery, led her to apprehend some
serious imposition. She fearfully, therefore, rose, to ring the bell,
still fixing her eyes upon the face of the young woman, who, in her
confusion, accidentally touching the bandage which crossed her forehead,
displaced it, and shewed that feature, also, as free from any cause for
having been bound up, as the cheek.
It was now rather consternation than amazement with which Mrs Ireton was
seized, till the augmenting disorder, and increasing colour of her new
attendant, changed all fear of any trick into personal pique at having
been duped; and she protested that if such beggar-stratagems were played
upon her any more, she would turn over the impostor to the master of the
inn.
The paleness of terror with which this menace overspread the complexion
of the stranger, forced a certain, however unwilling conviction upon the
mind of Mrs Ireton, that _rouge_, at least, was not amongst the
artifices of which she had to complain. But, though relieved from her
own alarm, by the alarm which she inspired, she was rather irritated
than appeased in finding something less to detect, and, scoffingly
perusing her face, 'You are a surprising person, indeed!' she cried, 'as
surprising a person as ever I had the honour to see! So you had
disfigured yourself in that horrid manner, only to extort money from us
upon false pretences? Very ingenious, indeed! mighty ingenious, I
confess! Why that new skin must have cost you more than your new gown.
Pray which did you get the best bargain?'
The stranger did not dare risk any sort of reply.
'O, you don't chuse to tell me? But how could I be so indiscreet as to
ask such a thing? Will it be impertinent, too, if I enquire whether you
always travel with that collection of bandages and patches? and of black
and white outsides? or whether you sometimes change them for wooden legs
and broken arms?'
Not a word of answer was returned.
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