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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... MONTREUIL . I had had once lost my portmanteau from behind my chaise , and twice got out in the rain , and one of the times up to the knees in dirt , to help the postilion to tie it on , without being able to find out what was wanting ...
... MONTREUIL . The next morning , La Fleur entering upon his employment , I deliv- ered to him the key of my portmanteau , with an inventory of my half a dozen shirts and silk pair of breeches , and bid him fasten all upon the chaise , get ...
... MONTREUIL . Wh hen all is ready , and every article is disputed and paid for in the inn , unless you are a little sour'd by the adventure , there is always a matter to compound at the door , before you can get into your chaise ; and ...