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
She lifted up her head, and, looking around, exclaimed, with an air of
consternation, 'Is he gone?'
She arose, and with more firmness, said, 'He is right! I meant not,--and
I ought not to see him any more;--though dearer to my eyes is his sight,
than life or light!--'
Looking, then, earnestly forwards, as if seeking him, 'Farewell, Oh
Albert!' she cried: 'We now, indeed, are parted for ever! To see thee
again, would sink me into the lowest abyss of contempt,--and I would far
rather bear thy hatred!--Yet hatred?--from that soul of humanity!--what
violence must be put upon its nature! And how cruel to reverse such
ineffable philanthropy!--No!--hate me not, my Albert!--It shall be my
own care that thou shalt not despise me!'
Slowly she then walked away, followed silently by Juliet, who durst not
address her. Anxiously she looked around, till, at some distance, she
descried a horseman. It was Harleigh. She stopped, deeply moved, and
seemed inwardly to bless him. But, when he was no longer in sight, she
no longer restrained her anguish, and, casting herself upon the turf,
groaned rather than wept, exclaiming, 'Must I live--yet behold thee no
more!--Will neither sorrow, nor despair, nor even madness kill me?--Must
nature, in her decrepitude, alone bring death to Elinor?'
Rising, then, and vainly trying again to descry the horse, 'All, all is
gone!' she cried, 'and I dare not even die!--All, all is gone, from the
lost, unhappy Elinor, but life and misery!'
Turning, then, with quickness to Juliet, while pride and shame dried her
eyes, 'Ellis,' she said, 'let him not know I murmur!--Let not his last
hearing of Elinor be disgrace! Tell him, on the contrary, that his
friendship shall not be thrown away; nor his arguments be forgotten, or
unavailing: no! I will weigh every opinion, every sentiment that has
fallen from him, as if every word, unpolluted by human ignorance or
informity, had dropt straight from heaven! I will meditate upon
religion: I will humble myself to court resignation. I will fly hence,
to avoid all temptation of ever seeing him more!--and to distract my
wretchedness by new scenes. Oh Albert!--I will earn thy esteem by
acquiescence in my lot, that here,--even here,--I may taste the paradise
of alluring thee to include me in thy view of happiness hereafter!'
Her foreign servant, then, came in view, and she made a motion to him
with her hand for her carriage. She awaited it in profound mental
absorption, and, when it arrived, placed herself in it without speaking.
Juliet, full of tender pity, could no longer forbear saying, 'Adieu,
Madam! and may peace re-visit your generous heart!'
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