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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... Opéra Comique ? - Most willingly , Monsieur , said she , laying aside her work . — - I had given a cast with my eye into half a dozen shops , as I came along , in search of a face not likely to be disordered by such an interruption ...
... Opéra Comique with me , I measured everybody I saw walking in the streets by it . - Melancholy application ! especially where the size was extremely little , - the face extremely dark , the eyes quick , — the nose long , — the teeth ...
... Opéra Comique into a narrow street ; ' tis trod by a few who humbly wait for a fiacre , " or wish to get off quietly o'foot when the opera is done . At the end of it , towards the theater , ' tis lighted by a small candle , the light of ...