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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... 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 ...
... felt them . THE REMISE DOOR . CALAIS . When I told the reader that I did not care to get out of the désobligeant , because I saw the monk in close conference with a lady just arrived at the inn – I told him the truth , - but I did not ...
... felt myself so much the proprietor , as to have a right to do the honors of it ; - so I desired the lady to sit down , — pressed her into the warmest seat , called for more wood , — desired the hostess to enlarge the plan of the supper ...