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
Whether this foreigner were her persecutor himself, escaped and
disguised; or some emissary employed to claim or to entrap her, was all
of doubt by which she was momentarily supported; for she felt as
determined to resist an agent, as she thought herself incapable to
withstand the principal.
Mrs Howel, who had heard of the search, represented to Lady Aurora, the
extreme impropriety of her ladyship's intercourse with a person thus
suspiciously pursued; at least till the opinion of Lord Denmeath could
be known. But Lady Aurora, fully satisfied that this helpless fugitive
was her half-sister, was now as firm as she had hitherto been facile;
and declared that, though her personal inclinations should still yield
to her respect for her uncle, her sense of filial duty to the memory of
her father, must bind her, openly and unreservedly, to sustain his
undoubted daughter.
A waiter now interrupted them, to demand admission to Miss Ellis for a
foreigner.
'She is not here!--There is no Miss Ellis here! No such
person!'--precipitately cried Lady Aurora; but the foreigner himself,
who stood behind the waiter, glided into the room.
Lady Aurora nearly fainted; Juliet screamed and hid her face; the
foreigner called out, 'Ah Mademoiselle Juliette! c'est, donc, vous! et
vous ne me reconnoissez pas?'[14]
[Footnote 14: 'Ah, Miss Juliet! it is you then! and you do not know
me?']
'Ah heaven!' cried Juliet, uncovering her face; 'Ambroise! my good, my
excellent Ambroise! is it you?--and you only?'--Turning then,
enraptured, to Lady Aurora, 'Kindest,' she cried, 'and tenderest of
human beings! condescend to receive, and to aid me to thank, the
valuable person to whom I owe my first deliverance!'
Lady Aurora, revived and charmed, poured forth the warmest praises;
while Juliet, eagerly demanding news of the Marchioness; and whether he
could give any intelligence of the Bishop; saw his head droop, and
seized with terrour, exclaimed, 'Oh Ambroise! am I miserable for ever!'
He hastened to assure her that they were both alive, and well; and, in
the ecstacy of her gratitude, upon the cessation of her first direful
surmise, she promised to receive all other information with courage.
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