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
'What! a swarthy minx? with a sooty sort of skin, and all over rags and
jags? Yes, yes, I remember her well enough: I thank her! but I don't
much advise her to come in my way! She turned out a mere impostor. She
was probably French. I gave her a guinea, and paid for her place to
town, and her entertainment. She took my guinea, and eat and drank; and
then made off by some other way! and has never been heard of since. I
described her at all the Dover stages and diligences; for I intended to
give her a trifle more, to help her to find her friends, for fear of her
falling into bad hands. But I could never get any tidings of her; she
was a mere cheat. How did you come to know the jade?'
Juliet blushed violently, and, with some difficulty stammered out, 'Kind
as you are, Sir, good and charitable,--you have not well judged that
young person!'--
'By all that's sacred,' cried he, striking his cane upon the ground, 'if
it were possible for a girl to be painted to such a pitch of nicety, I
should swear you were that very mamselle yourself!--though, if you are,
I should take it as a favour if you would tell me, how the devil it came
into your head to let me pay for your stage-coach, when you never made
use of your place? Where the fun of that was I can't make out!'
'I am but too sensible, Sir, that every thing seems against me!' said
Juliet, in a melancholy tone; 'yet the time, probably, is not very far
off, when I may be able sufficiently to explain myself, to cause you
much regret,--so generous seems your nature;--should you refuse me your
services in my very great distress!'
The Admiral now looked deeply perplexed, yet evidently touched. 'I
should be loath, Madam,' he said, 'very loath, indeed, for the matter of
that, there's something so agreeable in you,--to think you no better
than you should be. Not that one ought to expect perfection; for a woman
is but a woman; which a man, as her native superiour, ought always to
keep in mind; however, don't take it amiss that I throw out that remark;
for I don't mean it to dash you.'
Juliet, too much shocked to reply, cast up her eyes in silent appeal to
heaven, and, entering her room, resolved to fold two guineas in a small
packet, and to send them to the Admiral by Ambroise, for an immediate
acquittal of her double pecuniary debt.
But the Admiral, struck by her manner, looked thoughtful, and
dissatisfied with himself; and, again calling to Ambroise, said,
'Harkee, my lad! I should not be sorry to know who that young
gentlewoman is?--I am afraid she thinks me rather unmannerly. And the
truth is, I don't know that I have been over and above polite: which I
take shame to myself for, I give you my word; for I am always devilish
bad company with myself when I have misbehaved to a female; because why?
She has no means to right herself. So I beg you to make my excuse to the
gentlewoman. And please to tell her that, though I am no great friend to
ceremony, I am very sorry if I have affronted her.'
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