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
'So you won't tell me that, neither? Nay, you are in the right, I own.
What business is it of mine to confine your genius to only one or two
methods of maiming or defacing yourself? as if you did not find it more
amusing to be one day lame, and another blind; and, to-day, it should
seem, dumb? The round must be entertaining enough. Pray do you make it
methodically? or just as the humour strikes you?'
A fixed silence still resisted all attack.
'O, I am diving too deeply into the secrets of your trade, am I? Nay, I
ought to be contented, I own, with the specimens with which I have
already been indulged. You have not been niggardly in varying them. You
have been bruised and beaten; and dirty and clean; and ragged and whole;
and wounded and healed; and a European and a Creole, in less than a
week. I suppose, next, you will dwindle into a dwarf; and then, perhaps,
find some surprising contrivance to shoot up into a giantess. There is
nothing that can be too much to expect from so great an adept in
metamorphoses.'
The pleasure of giving vent to spleen, disguised from Mrs Ireton, that
by rendering its malignancy so obvious, she blunted its effect. She
continued, therefore, her interrogatories a considerable time, before
she discovered, that the stillness with which they were heard was
produced by resolution, not awe. Almost intolerably offended when a
suspicion of this truth occurred, she assumed a tone yet more imperious.
'So I am not worth an answer? You hold it beneath you to waste your
breath upon me? And do you know whom it is you dare treat in this
manner? Do you imagine that I am a fellow-adventurer?'
The hand of the young woman was now upon the lock of the door, but
there, trembling, it stopt, withheld by a thousand terrors from
following its first impulse; and the entrance of a waiter, with
information that a chaise was at the door, interrupted any further
discourse. The journey was resumed, and the rest of the way was only
rendered supportable to the stranger, from the prospect that its
conclusion would terminate all intercourse with one who, so wilfully and
so wantonly, seemed to revel in her powers of mockery and derision.
CHAPTER V
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