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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... laid them close before me , with such a delight in his countenance , that I could not help taking up the pen . I began and began again ; and , though I had nothing to say , and that nothing might have been expressed in half a dozen ...
... laid upon the chair , as if I had a mind to sit , she sat down herself in her low chair , and I instantly sat myself down beside her . — He will be ready , Monsieur , said she , in a moment . — And in that moment , replied I , most ...
... laid all her laces one after another before me ; — unfolded and folded them up again one by one with the most patient sweetness . — I might buy , — or not ; she would let me have everything at my own price : - the poor creature seem'd ...