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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... eyes , and think there was that in it which deserved better . The monk , as I judged by the break in his tonsure , a few scattered white hairs upon his temples , being all that remained of it , might be about seventy ; - but from his eyes ...
... eyes , with which he had concluded his address ; - ' tis very true , — -- and heaven be their resource who have no ... eye downwards upon the sleeve of his tunic : I felt the full force of the appeal - I acknowledge it , said I : — a ...
... eyes over the parterre , — and that was , the unaccountable sport of Nature in forming such numbers of dwarfs . No doubt she sports at certain times in almost every corner of the world ; but in Paris there is no end to her amusements ...