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
Not a moment was requisite to satisfy her upright reason, that to
discover what she had seen, and what she surmised, was an immediate duty
to the community, if, by such a discovery, the community might be
served; however repugnant the measure might be to female delicacy;
however cruel to the pleadings of compassion for the children of the
house; and however adverse to her feelings, to denounce what she could
not have detected, but from seeking, and finding, a personal asylum in
distress.
Yet who was she who must give such information? Anonymous accusation
might be neglected as calumnious; yet how name herself as belonging to
the noble family from which she sprung, but by which she was
unacknowledged? How, too, at a moment when concealment appeared to her
to be existence, come forward, a volunteer to public notice? Small as
ought to be the weight given to a consideration merely selfish, if
opposing the rights of general security; neither law, she thought, nor
equity, demanded the sacrifice of private and bosom feelings, for an
evil already irremediable, where, while the denunciation would be
unavailing, the denunciator must be undone.
Appeased thus for the moment, though not satisfied in her scruples, she
walked on towards the dwelling; but, seeing that it was still shut up,
she seated herself upon the stump of a large tree, where deaf, from
mental occupation, to the wild melody of innumerable surrounding singing
birds, she shudderingly, and without intermission, bathed her bloody
hand in the dew.
Rest, however, to her person, served but to quicken the energy of her
faculties; and the less her fears, the more her judgment prevailed. Her
reasoning, upon examination, she found to be plausible but fallacious.
The evil already committed, it was, indeed, too late to obviate; but if
the wretched hut, from which she had just escaped, were the receptacle
of nocturnal culprits, or of their victims, there might not be a moment
to lose to prevent some new and horrible catastrophe.
In a dilemma thus severe, between the terrour of exposing herself to the
personal discovery which she was flying to avoid, or the horrour of
omitting the performance of a public duty; she had fixed upon no
positive measure, decided upon nothing that was satisfactory, before the
casements of the cottage were opened.
Not to lose, then, another moment in unprofitable deliberation, she
resolved to communicate to the inhabitants her suspicions, and to urge
their being made known to the nearest Justice of the Peace. She might
then, with less scruple, continue her flight; and hereafter, if,
unhappily, there should be no other alternative, give her assistance in
following up the investigation.
She tapped at the cottage-door, and demanded admittance and rest, as a
weary traveller.
She was let in, without difficulty, by an old woman, who was
breakfasting with an old man, upon a rasher of bacon.
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