The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 5 of 5) — John Shaqi
The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 5 of 5)Burney, Fanny
History
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 dame warmly declared, that this could not be possible; that it must
be some other gentlewoman; for that a person who could be so kind to her
children could not have so black a heart.
Fairfield, with bitter reproaches against her folly, persisted in the
accusation: stating, that, upon Dame Goss's going to the post-office for
a letter, it had been refused to her, because of its being directed to a
person advertised in the public news-papers; and Dame Goss had been sent
back, with an excuse, to while away the time, till somebody should
follow, to confront the gentlewoman with the advertisement. But Dame
Goss, instead of keeping a sharp watch, had been over-persuaded to go of
an errand; and she had no sooner turned her back, than the gentlewoman
made off. However, they had written to the news-papers that she was
somewhere in those parts; and they could do no more; for there was no
right to seize her; for the advertisement only desired to know where she
might be heard of, and found. It had made a rare hue and cry in the
town; and Mounseer, the smuggler, who had come down to Salisbury along
with another outlandish man, had traced the gentlewoman as far as to
Romsey; but could not find out what had become of her afterwards. The
other outlandish man, who was as rich as a Duke, and was to pay the
reward, had stopt at Salisbury, for tidings: upon which Mounseer, the
smuggler, thought he might as well come on, and see a bit after his own
business by the way; for it would not lose much time; and he might not
get to these parts again for months.
The silence that ensued, gave Juliet an afflicting presentiment that she
had lost, by this history, her friend and advocate: and accordingly,
when, upon her husband's returning to his search, the dame re-mounted
the stairs, her air was so changed, that Juliet, again clasping her
hands, cried, 'Oh! Dame Fairfield!--Kind, good Dame Fairfield! judge me
not till you know me better! Aid me still, my good dame, in pity, in
charity aid me!--for, believe me, I am innocent!'
'Why then so I wull!' cried the dame, resuming her looks of mild good
will; 'I wull believe you! And I'll holp you too, for sure: for now you
be under my own poor roof, 'twould be like unto a false heart to give
you up to your enemies. Besoides, I do think in my conscience you wull
pay every one his own, when you've got wherewithal. And it be but hard
to expect it before. And I do say, that a person that could be so koind
to my little Jacky and Jenny, in their need, must have a good heart of
her own; and would no' wrong no yearthly creature, unless a could no'
holp it.'
She then promised to watch the moment of the smuggler's turning round to
the garden-side of the house, to assist her flight; and, once a few
yards distant, all would be safe; for her change of clothes from what
she had worn at Salisbury, would secure her from any body's
recollection.
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