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
Juliet felt thunderstruck; Harleigh seeking a passage in the very vessel
which seemed pitched upon by her uncle for her own voyage! That they
should go together was not to be thought of; but to suffer him to risk
becoming the victim to her promise and her duties, was grief and shame
and terrour united! Her eyes affrightedly pursued him, till he entered
into the group upon the strand; and her perturbation then was so
extreme, that she felt inclined to forfeit, by one dauntless stroke, the
delicacy which, as yet, had through life, been the prominent feature of
her character, by darting on, openly to conjure him to return. But
habits which have been formed upon principle, and embellished by
self-approbation, withstand, upon the smallest reflection, every wish,
and every feeling that would excite their violation. The idea,
therefore, died in its birth; and she sought to compose her disordered
spirits, by silent prayers for courage and resignation.
With the most fraternal participation in her palpable distress, Lord
Melbury endeavoured to offer her consolation; till the sailor, who had
returned to the Admiral, came from him, a second time, to desire that
she would hasten upon the beach, 'to help his honour, please your
ladyship,' said the merry tar, with a significant nod, 'to a little
French lingo; these mounseers and their wives,--if, behaps, they be'n't
only their sweethearts; not over and above understanding his honour.'
Juliet moved slowly on: the Admiral, used to more prompt obedience, came
forward to hasten her, calling out, as soon as she was within hearing,
'Please to wag a little nimbler, niece; for here are some outlandish
gentry come over, that speak so fast, one after t'other; or else all at
a time; each telling his own story; or, for aught I can make out, each
telling the same thing one as t'other; that, though I try my best to
understand them, not being willing to dash them, I can't make out above
one word in a dozen, if you take it upon an average, of what they say.
However, though it is our duty to hold them all as our native enemies;
and I shall never, God willing, see them in any other light; yet it
would be but unchristian not to lend them an hand, when they are
chopfallen and sorrowful; and, moreover, consumedly out of cash. So if I
can help them, I see no reason to the contrary; for my enemy in
distress is my friend: because why? I was only his enemy to get the
upper hand of him.'
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