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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... heart knew it , and was satisfied ; and who but an English philosopher would have sent notice of it to the brain to reverse the judgment ? - In saying this , she disengaged her hand with a look which I thought a sufficient commentary ...
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... heart , said the younger , if I had it . My fair charitable ! said he , addressing himself to the elder , — what is it but your goodness and humanity which makes your bright eyes so sweet , that they outshine the morning even in this ...