The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 5 of 5)Burney, Fanny
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The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 5 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
'What passed in my mind at that time, was to cross over the Channel, to
get my dear mother's blessing, and to give my own to my little niece.
But it's of no great consequence what we plan, if it is not upheld by
the Most High. I was all prepared, but I wrote never a word over, for
the sake of giving my mother a surprize; when, all at once, I had a
sudden promotion, with orders to return to the East Indies. And there I
was stationed, on and off, in and out, till t'other day, as one may say.
And when, at last, I got home again; meaning to marry Jenny Barker,--as
pretty a girl as ever came into the world; and to set her at the head of
my house, and equip her handsomely,--I found every thing turned upside
down! Lord Granville had been dead five months, and his father about as
many weeks. I had already heard, in the Indies, that my poor mother was
dead; and when I went to get a little comfort with Jenny Barker, and to
give her the baubles I had got together for her in the Indies,--always
priding myself in thinking how smart she'd look in this! and how pretty
her face would peep out of that!--I found her so mortally changed, that
I took her for her own mother! who I had left to the full as well
looking twenty years before; for, after my first voyage, by ill luck, I
had not seen Jenny, who was down in the country.'
'But if she is amiable, uncle, and worthy--'
'You have a right way of thinking, my dear; and I honour you for it: but
the disappointment came upon me so slap-dash, as one may say, for want
of a little forethought, that I let out what passed in my mind with too
little ceremony for making up again. However, I gave her the baubles;
which she accepted out of hand; and made free to ask me to add something
more, to make her amends for waiting for nothing; which was but fair;
though it showed me that when she had lost her pretty face, she had no
great matter to boast of in point of a noble way of thinking. I hope,
else, I should have been above playing her false; without which I should
be little to chose from a scoundrel. But she was in such a main hurry to
secure herself the rhino, that it's my brief that her inside, if I could
have got a look at it, was but little short, in point of ugliness, to
her outside. Howbeit, I used her handsomely, and we parted friends.'
The Admiral here walked about the room, a little disturbed, and then
continued his narrative.
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