The Wanderer: Or, Female Difficulties, Volume 3

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1814 - France
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Frances Burney's novels are impeccable. The writing style, for refined readers, can only be thought of as exquisite. Her main characters are truly models of virtue. The feminist morals and themes in this novel were unheard of in Burney's era. The hardships of a female desiring to sustain herself are related wuth moving detail. For all who have the stamina to swallow 2,096 pages, The Wanderer is among the best novels in existence. 

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Page 393 - How mighty, thus circumstanced, are the DIFFICULTIES with which a FEMALE has to struggle! Her honour always in danger of being assailed, her delicacy of being offended, her strength of being exhausted, and her virtue of being calumniated! Yet even DIFFICULTIES such as these are not insurmountable, where mental courage, operating through patience, prudence, and principle, supply physical force, combat disappointment, and keep the untamed spirits superiour to failure, and ever alive to hope.
Page 291 - 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!
Page 134 - ... appeared to require not only sentiment, but happiness for their complete enjoyment: while the nearly savage, however wonderful work of antiquity, in which she was now rambling; placed in this abandoned spot, far from the intercourse, or even view of mankind, with no prospect but of heath and sky; blunted, for the moment, her sensibility, by removing her wide from all the objects with which it was in contact; and insensibly calmed her spirits; though not by dissipating her reverie. Here, on the...
Page 104 - Of mine increas'd their stream ? Or ask the flying gales, if e'er I lent one sigh to them ? But now my former days retire, And I'm by beauty caught, The tender chains of sweet desire Are fix'd upon my thought.
Page 368 - ... herself, for she is candid and just. She has always internally believed, that perseverance in the honour that she has meant to shew me, must ultimately be victorious ; but, where partiality is not desired, it can only be repaid, by man to woman as by woman to man, from weakness, or vanity. Gratitude is all-powerful in friendship, for friendship may be earned ; but love, more wilful, more difficult, more capricious, — love must be inspired, or must be caught. When Elinor, who possesses many...
Page 392 - Here, and thus felicitously, ended, with the acknowledgement of her name, and her family, the DIFFICULTIES of the WANDERER; - a being who had been cast upon herself; a female Robinson Crusoe, as unaided and unprotected, though in the midst of the world, as that imaginary hero in his uninhabited island; and reduced either to sink, through inanition, to nonentity, or to be rescued from famine and death by such resources as she could find, independently, in herself. How mighty...
Page 47 - The dreadful mystery, more direful than it had been depicted, even by the most cruel of his apprehensions, was now revealed : she is married ! he internally cried ; married to the vilest of wretches, whom she flies and abhors, — yet she is married ! indisputably married ! and can never, never, — even in my wishes, now, be mine ! A sudden sensation, kindred even to hatred, took possession of his feelings. Altered she appeared to him, and delusive.
Page 324 - ... and, had not Sir Jaspar summoned her by her maiden name, to attend her own nearest relations, all her resistance .had been subdued, by an overwhelming dread that to resist might possibly be wrong.
Page 93 - ... to my native country, — the country of my birth, my heart, and my pride ! — without name, without fortune, without friends ! no parents to receive me, no protector to counsel me ; unacknowledged by my family,— unknown even to the children of my father ! — Oh ! bitter, bitter were my feelings...
Page 42 - no !" with the fury of a man seized with sudden delirium ; " I deny it ! — 'tis false ! and neither you , nor all the fiends of hell shall make me believe it !" ' Juliet again fell prostrate ; but, though her form turned towards her assailant, her eyes, and supplicating hands, that begged forbearance, were lifted up, in speechless agony, to Harleigh, • Repressed by this look and action, though only to be over» powered by the blackest surmizes, Harleigh again stood suspended.

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