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? |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-3 von 37
... hand : we were as impatient as himself to have it opened ; and so attentive to the obstacle that I continued holding her hand almost without knowing it : so that Monsieur Dessein left us together with her hand in mine , and with our ...
... hand with a look which I thought a sufficient commentary upon the text . It is a miserable picture which I am going to give of the weakness of my heart , by owning , that it suffered a pain , which worthier occasions could not have ...
... hand , he presented it open to me . - You shall taste mine - said I , pulling out my box ( which was a small tortoise one ) and putting it into his hand . - ' Tis most excellent , said the monk . Then do me the favor , I replied , to ...