The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)Burney, Fanny
History
The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
The upper casement was then opened, and the host, in a gruff whisper,
answered, 'Be still a moment, will ye? There be one in the kitchen.'
Great as was now the affright of Juliet, she had the presence of mind to
consider, that, whatever was the motive of this nocturnal rendezvous, it
was undoubtedly designed to be secret; and that her own safety might
hang upon her apparent ignorance of what might be going forward.
To obviate, therefore, more effectually any surmize of her alarm, she
dropt softly upon the rug, and covered herself with the clothing
provided by her hostess.
She had barely time for this operation before the trap-door was
uplifted, and gently, and without shoes, the man descended. He crossed
the room cautiously, unbolted and unlocked the door, and shut himself
out. Immediately afterwards, the woman, with no other drapery than that
in which she had slept, quickly, though with soft steps, came to the
side of the rug, and bent over it for about a minute; she then rebolted
and locked the door, returned up the ladder, and closed the
trap-opening.
Juliet, though dismayed as much as astonished, forbore to rise, from
ignorance, even could she effect her escape, by what course to avoid
encountering the persons whom she meant to fly, in a manner still more
dangerous than that of awaiting their return to their own abode; whence
she hoped she might proceed quietly on her way the next morning, as an
object not worth detention or examination; her homely attire and
laborious manner of travelling alike announcing profitless poverty.
Her doubts of the nature of what she had to apprehend, were as full of
perplexity as of inquietude. Would robbers thus eagerly have caught at
half-a-crown? Would they be residents in a fixed abode, with a family of
children? Surely not. Yet the whispers, the cautions, the examination
whether she slept, evinced clearly something clandestine; and their
looks and appearance were so darkly in their disfavour, that,
ultimately, she could only judge, that, if they were not actual robbers,
they were the occasional harbourers, and miserable accomplices of those
who, to similar want of principle, joined the necessary hardiness for
following that brief mode of obtaining a livelihood; brief not alone in
its success, but in its retribution!
In a state of disturbance so singular, there was not much danger that
she should find herself surprised by
'Kind nature's soft restorer, balmy sleep.'[5]
[Footnote 5: Young.]
In less than an hour, three taps again struck her ear, though not upon
her own casement; taps so gentle, that had she been less watchful, they
would not have been heard.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account