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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... fellow , for shaming me into one of a better kind . With all this , La Fleur had a small cast of the coxcomb , - but he seemed at first sight to be more a coxcomb of nature than of art ; and , before I had been three days in Paris with ...
... fellow , who stood over against me in the circle , putting something first under his arm , which had once been a hat , took his snuff - box out of his pocket , and generously offer'd a pinch on both sides of him : it was a gift of ...
... fellow gave an unfeeling lash to each of his beasts , and set off clattering like a thousand devils . - I called to him as loud as I could , for heaven's sake to go slower : — and the louder I called , the more unmercifully he galloped ...