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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... instantly got into it , and finding it in tolerable harmony with my feelings , I ordered the waiter to call Monsieur Dessein , the master of the hotel : but Monsieur Dessein being gone to vespers , and not caring to face the Franciscan ...
... instantly went back to my remise , and bid the coachman drive me to the Cordon Bleu , which was the nearest hotel . someone . for . - - - I think there is a fatality in it ; - I seldom go to the place I set out LE PATISSIER . VERSAILLES ...
... instantly from the chair I sat in to Messina in Sicily , and got so busy with Don Pedro , and Benedict , and Beatrice , that I thought not of Versailles , the Count , or the passport . - Sweet pliability of man's spirit , that can at ...