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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... lady was returning back to the door of the Remise , he introduced himself to my acquaintance , and before he had well got announced , begg'd I would do him the honor to present him to the lady . I had not been presented myself ; so ...
... lady to sit down , — pressed her into the warmest seat , called for more wood , — desired the hostess to enlarge the plan of the supper , and to favor us with the very best wine . - - - The lady had scarce warm'd herself five minutes at ...
... lady having a few bottles of Burgundy in her voiture , sent down her fille de chambre for a couple of them ; so that by the time supper was over , and we were left alone , we felt ourselves inspired with a strength of mind sufficient to ...