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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... coming in , and having a frisky English spaniel on one side of my chair , and a French valet , with as much hilarity in his countenance as ever Nature painted in one , on the other , I was satisfied to my heart's content with my empire ...
... coming with the letter , being the first practicable occasion which offer'd , La Fleur had laid hold of it ; and , in order to do honor to his master , had taken him into a back parlor in the auberge , and treated him with a cup or two ...
... coming out in a sort of a hurry : - she was almost upon me before I saw her ; so I gave a spring to once side to let her pass . She had done the same , - - - and on the same side too ; so we ran our heads together : she instantly got to ...