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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... hold of it ; and , in order to do honor to his master , had taken him into a back parlor in the auberge , and treated him with a cup or two of the best wine in Picardy ; and the Count de L's servant , in return , and not to be ...
... a letter to Eugenius ; - then I took it up again , and embroiled my patience with it afresh ; - and then to cure that , I wrote a letter to Eliza . - Still it kept hold of me ; and the LAURENCE STERNE 83 THE FRAGMENT. PARIS. ...
... hold of the loop of the sentinel's hat , hoisted it over the spikes of the balustrade clear into the Seine . - -'Tis an ill wind , said a boatman , who catched it , which blows nobody any good . The sentry , being a Gasçon ...