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
A message thus open could neither startle nor embarrass her, and he was
instantly admitted.
He found her pale and agitated. Her letter, which was in her hand, she
hastily folded, but looked at nothing else, while she waited an
explanation of his visit.
'I could not,' he said, 'go back to Lewes without knowing whether your
expectations are answered in coming hither; or whether you will permit
me to tell the Miss Joddrels that they may still have the pleasure to be
of some use to you.'
She appeared to be unable to speak.
'I fear to seem importunate,' he continued, 'yet I have no intention,
believe me, to ask any officious questions. I respect what you have said
of the nature of your situation, too much to desire any information
beyond what may tend to alleviate its uneasiness.'
She held her hands before her eyes, to hide her fresh gushing tears, but
they trickled fast through her fingers, as she answered, 'My situation
is now deplorable indeed!--I have no letter, no direction from the
person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know
not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends:
unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I
hope to make myself any new ones?--Can I even subsist, when, though thus
involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not
say who, nor what I am,--and hardly even know it myself!'
Touched with compassion, he drew nearer to her, meaning, from an almost
unconscious impulse of kindness, to take her hand; but feeling, with
equal quickness, the impropriety of allowing his pity such a
manifestation, he retreated to his first place, and, in accents of
gentle, but respectful commiseration, expressed his concern for her
distress.
Somewhat soothed, yet heavily sighing, 'To fail finding,' she said,
'either the friend, or her direction, that I expected, overwhelms me
with difficulty and perplexity. And even this letter from abroad, though
most welcome, has grievously disappointed me! I am promised, however,
another, which may bring me, perhaps, happier tidings. I must wait for
it patiently; but the person from whom it comes little imagines my
destitute state! The unfortunate loss of my purse makes it, by this
delay of all succour, almost desperate!'
The hand of Harleigh was involuntarily in his pocket, but before he
could either draw out his purse, or speak, she tremulously added,
colouring, and holding back, 'I am ashamed to have mentioned a
circumstance, which seems to call for a species of assistance, that it
is impossible I should accept.'
Harleigh bowed, acquiescent.
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