The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)Burney, Fanny
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The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
Here all yet was still as night; the houses were shut up, and nothing
was in view, nor in hearing, but a solitary cart, driven by a young
carter, who amused his toil by the alternate pleasure of smacking his
horse, and whistling to the winds.
This vehicle, which was probably travelling to the high road, she
determined to follow.
The general stillness made the slightest motion heard, and the carter,
though at a considerable distance, turned round, and called out, 'Why
you be up betimes, my lovey! come and Ize give you a cast.'
Startled, she looked down, crossing the way, and appearing not to
suppose herself to be the person thus addressed: but the carter,
standing still, repeated his invitation; assuring her that he had plenty
of room.
Uncertain how to act, she stopt.
Terms of coarse endearment, then, accompanied a more pressing desire
that she would advance.
Frightened, she drew back; but the carter, throwing his whip upon his
carriage, vowed that she should be caught, and ran after her, shouting
aloud, till she regained the house. He then scoffingly exclaimed, 'Why a
be plaguy shy o'the sudden, Mistress Debby!' and, composedly turning
upon his heel, began again to smack his horse, and whistle to the winds.
Juliet, who in finding herself taken for her young hostess, found, also,
how light a character that young hostess bore, was struck to see danger
thus every way surrounding her; and alarmed at the risk, to which
impatience had blinded her, of travelling, at so early an hour, alone.
Alas! she cried, is it only under the domestic roof,--that roof to me
denied!--that woman can know safety, respect, and honour?
She now strolled to the vicinity of a capital mansion, at the door of
which, if again put in fear, she could knock and make herself heard.
But the higgler went on; and another cart soon appeared, in which she
had the pleasure to see a woman, driven by a boy. Unannoyed, then, she
walked by its side till she came to the long middle street; when she
found that, from solitude, at least, she had nothing more to apprehend.
Carts, waggons, and diligences, were wheeling through the town;
market-women were arriving with butter, eggs, and poultry; workmen and
manufacturers were trudging to their daily occupations; all was alive
and in motion; and commerce, with its hundred hands, was every where
opening and spreading its sources of wealth, through its active sisters,
ingenuity and industry.
No difficulty now remained for finding the route; travellers of every
kind led the way. Her coarse bonnet, and blue apron saved her from
peculiar remark; and her appearance of decency, with the deep care in
her countenance, which, to the common observer, seemed but an air of
business, kept aloof all intrusive impertinence.
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