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
The disappointed Juliet, utterly overset, was still dejectedly
ruminating in the corridor, when she heard the servants of Mrs Howel
announce, that their lady's carriage was ready.
She then recovered her feet, to escape any fresh offence by regaining
her apartment.
Her situation appeared to her now to be as extraordinary, as it was sad
and difficult. Entitled to an ample fortune, yet pennyless; indebted for
her sole preservation from insult and from famine, to pecuniary
obligations from accidental acquaintances, and those acquaintances, men!
pursued, with documents of legal right, by one whom she shuddered to
behold, and to whom she was so irreligiously tied, that she could not,
even if she wished it, regard herself as his lawful wife; though so
entangled, that her fetters seemed to be linked with duty and honour;
unacknowledged,--perhaps disowned by her family; and, though born to a
noble and yet untouched fortune, consigned to disguise, to debt, to
indigence, and to flight!
While mournfully taking this review of her condition, and seeking, but
vainly, to form some plan for its amelioration, she heard the potent
voice of the Admiral call out, 'To Powderham Castle,' as a carriage
drove from the house; but ere she had time to lament the mortifying
errour of her benevolent, though ill judging friend, the approach to the
door of some other vehicle, announced a fresh arrival; and, presently,
all difficulties were absorbed in immediate terrour, as again she heard
that sound, which, of all others, most severely shocked her nerves, the
voice of Mrs Howel.
What could cause this abrupt return? Had she received the directions of
Lord Denmeath? Was a new persecution arranged? or,--more horrible than
all,--had means been devized, for casting again the most wretched of
victims into the hands of the most terrific of her foes?
Tremblingly she listened to every noise. A general commotion, with quick
pacing feet, spoke the entrance into the house of sundry servants; and,
presently, she distinctly heard the apartment of Mrs Howel taken
possession of by that lady, and by some person with whom she was
discoursing.
All now, for about a quarter of an hour, was still. She was then alarmed
by a rustling sound, and a single footstep in the corridor: it
approached, stopt, seemed turning back; approached again; and, after a
few minutes, she was startled by a tapping at her door.
She shook, she was all dismay and apprehension: she hesitated whether to
bolt herself in, or to accord admission; but a second tap bringing to
her reflection how short, how futile, how ineffectual would be any
resistance, she turned the key, opened her door, and her room was
instantly entered.
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