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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... pauvre honteux could say nothing ; - he pull'd out a little handker- chief , and wiped his face as he turned away - and I thought he thanked me more than them all . THE BIDET . Having - aving settled all these little LAURENCE STERNE 33.
... bidet , * and another on this ( for I count nothing of his legs ) — he canter'd away before me as happy and as perpendicular as a prince . But what is happiness ! what is grandeur in this painted scene of life ! A dead ass , before we ...
... bidet's running away after , and leaving La Fleur aground in jack - boots , - ' tis the second degree . ' Tis then Peste ! And for the third - - But here my heart is wrung with pity and fellow feeling , when I reflect what miseries must ...