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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... Mons . Dessein speaking of it , with a shrug , as if it would no way suit me , it immediately struck my fancy that it belong'd to some Innocent Traveler , who , on his return home , had left it to Mons . Dessein's honor to make the most ...
... Mons . Dessein came up with the key of the Remise in his hand , and forthwith let us into his magazine of chaises . The first object which caught my eye , as Mons . Dessein open'd the door of the Remise , was another old tatter'd ...
... I , making him a low bow . I could never have been invited to Mons . P's concerts upon any other terms . * Plate , napkin , knife , fork and spoon . - I had been misrepresented to Madame de Q— as 90 A Sentimental Journey PARIS. ...