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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... Monsieur le Duc de C ― ' s good graces . - This will do , said I. — Just as well , retorted I again , as a coat carried up to him by an adventurous tailor , without taking his measure . Fool ! continued I , - see Monsieur le Duc's face ...
... Monsieur le Duc . The secretary look'd towards the stairs , as if he was about to leave me to carry up this account to But I must not mislead you , said I , — for what I have to say is of no manner of importance to Monsieur le Duc de C ...
... Monsieur le Count de B— . The set of Shakespeares was laid upon the table , and he was tumbling them over . I walk'd ... Duc de Choiseul is such an enemy to mirth as to send me back crying for my pains . - My application to you , Monsieur ...