The Wanderer, or Female Difficulties
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As a unnamed woman, known only as The Wanderer (although later identified as Juliet Granville,) flees the Reign of Terror to England, where she finds herself alone—friendless and without means—in a foreign land.
Focusing on the difficulties women faced in gaining the independence, The Wanderer was part of a new genre of literature that grew out of the tumultuous period following the French Revolution in which authors examined the events of the past through fiction. The last novel to be written by Frances Burney, The Wanderer took fourteen years to write and was influenced partially by the author’s time as an exile in France.
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mortifications, for which she prepared herself, began by the very sight of the dwelling into which she was to enter. Mrs. Ireton had taken the house of Mrs. Howel:—that house in which Juliet had first, after her arrival in England, received consolation in her distresses; been melted by kindness; or animated by approbation. There, too, indeed, she had experienced the pain which she had felt the most severely; for there all the soothing consideration, so precious to her sorrows, had abruptly been
broken off, to give place to an assault the most shocking upon her intentions, her probity, her character. Here, too, she had suffered the cruel affront, and heartfelt grief, of seeing the ingenuous, amiable Lord Melbury forget what was due to the rights of hospitality; to his own character; and to the respect due to his sister: and here she had witnessed his sincere and candid repentance; here had been softened, touched, and penetrated by the impressive anguish of his humiliation. These
bien!’ he cried, with a look of exultation, that gave to his horrible features an air of infernal joy; ‘viens, citoyenne, viens; suis moi.’  Harleigh, who, when the bonnet was raised, saw, what as yet he had feared to surmise,—that it was Juliet; sprang forward, exclaiming, ‘Daring ruffian! quit your hold!’ ‘Ose tu nier mes droits?’ cried the man, addressing Juliet; whose arm he still griped;—‘Dis!—parles!—l’ose tu?’  Juliet was mute; but Harleigh saw that she was sinking, and bent
recommend it to us all now to follow.’ ‘What, and so overturn the boat,’ said the elderly man, ‘that we may all be drowned for joy, because we have escaped being beheaded?’ ‘I submit to your better judgment, Mr. Riley,’ replied the officer, ‘with regard to the attitude; and the more readily, because I don’t think that the posture is the chief thing, half the people that kneel, even at church, as I have taken frequent note, being oftener in a doze than in a fit of devotion. But the fear of
virtue, were exertions that demanded a character of a superior species; a character that had learnt to act for himself, by thinking for himself and feeling for others. The joy of Lady Barbara, a lively and lovely young creature, just blooming into womanhood, in becoming the pupil of Ellis, was nearly ecstatic. Lady Aurora Granville, with whom she was particularly connected, had written to her in such rapture of the private play, that she was wild to see the celebrated Lady Townly. And though she