A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyAlan Rodgers Books LLC, 2005 - 108 Seiten
CALAIS When I had fished my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to satisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honor for the humanity of his temper, -- I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. -- No -- said I -- the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may be misled, like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffusion of a finer kind upon my cheek -- more warm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was such as I had been drinking) could have produced. -- Just God! said I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out so cruelly as we do by the way? |
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... Bastille ; the terror is in the word . - Make the most of it you can , said I to myself , the Bastille is but another word for a tower ; - and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of . - Mercy on the gouty ! for ...
... Bastille for everyone of them . - Then nothing would serve me when I got within sight of Versailles , but putting words and sentences together , and conceiving attitudes and tones to wreath myself into Monsieur le Duc de C ― ' s good ...
... Bastille itself , I instantly went back to my remise , and bid the coachman drive me to the Cordon Bleu , which was the nearest hotel . someone . for . - - - I think there is a fatality in it ; - I seldom go to the place I set out LE ...