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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... Nampont . NAMPONT . THE DEAD ASS . And - - nd this , said he , putting the remains of a crust into his wallet and this should have been thy portion , said he , hadst thou been alive to have shared it with me . - I thought , by the ...
... them to answer for . - Shame on the world ! said I to myself . - Did we but love each other as this poor soul loved his ass ' twould be something . — - - - NAMPONT . THE POSTILION . The concern which the poor 36 A Sentimental Journey.
... Nampont , — he had put me out of temper with him , — and then with myself , for being SO . - - My case then required a different treatment ; and a good rattling gallop would have been of real service to me . - - Then , prithee , get on ...