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
'Man is a perverse animal, Elinor; that which he regards as pointed for
his destruction, frequently proves harmless. We are all--boys and
libertines alone excepted--upon our guard against beauty; for, as every
sense is up in arms to second its assault, our pride takes the alarm,
and rises to oppose it. Our real danger is where we see no risk.'
'You enchant me, Harleigh! I am never so delighted as when I hear beauty
set at nought--for I always suspect, Harleigh, that you do not think me
handsome?'
'If I think you better than handsome, Elinor--'
'Pho! you know there is no such better in nature; at least not in such
nature as forms taste in the mind of man; which I certainly do not
consider as the purest of its works; though you all hold it, yourselves,
to be the noblest. Nevertheless, imagination is all-powerful; if,
therefore, you have taken the twist to believe in such sublimity, you
may, perhaps, be seriously persuaded, that your heart would have been
more stubborn to this dainty new Wanderer than to your own
walnut-skinned gypsey.'
'Walnut-skinned?'
'Even so, noble knight-errand, even so! This person whom you now behold,
and whom, if we believe our eyes, never met them till within this half
hour, if we give credit to our ears, scrambled over with us in that
crazy boat from France.'
Harleigh was here summoned to Miss Maple, and Elinor returned to her
interrogatories; but the stranger only reverted to her hopes, that she
might still depend upon the promised conveyance to Brighthelmstone?
'Tell me, at least, what it was you flung into the sea?'
'Ah, Madam, that would tell every thing!'
'You are a most provoking little devil,' cried Elinor, impatiently, 'and
I am half tempted to have nothing more to say to you. Give me, however,
some account how you managed matters with that sweet tender dove Mrs
Ireton.'
The recital that ensued of the disasters, difficulties, and choler of
that lady, proved so entertaining to Elinor, that she soon not only
renewed her engagement of taking her unknown guest free to Lewes, but
joined the warmest assurances of protection. 'Not that we must attempt,'
she cried, 'to get rid of the spite of Aunt Maple, for if we do, alter
so completely the basis of her composition, that she won't know how to
stand upright.'
'But now,' she continued, 'where are you to dine? Aunt Maple is too
fusty to let you sit at our table.'
The stranger earnestly solicited permission to eat alone: Elinor
consented; assigned her a chamber, and gave orders to Mrs Golding, her
own maid, to take care of the traveller.
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