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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... breeches , — “ the coat I have on , ” said I , looking at the sleeve , “ will do ; ” – took a place in the Dover stage ; and the packet sailing at nine the next morning , - by three I had got sat down to my dinner upon a fricasseed ...
... breeches , and bid him fasten all upon the chaise , get the horses put to , and desire the landlord to come in with his bill . --- C'est un garçon de bonne fortune , said the landlord , pointing through the window to half a dozen ...
... breeches . The mentioning the silk pair of breeches made an entire change of the article , — for the breeches were accepted as an equivalent for the robe de chambre ; and so it was stipulated and agreed upon , that I should lie in my ...