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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... livre out of my pocket , quoth I to myself , this very night . But they have wherewithal to be so , Monsieur , added he . - Set down one livre more for that , quoth I. — It was but last night , said the landlord , qu'un milord Anglois ...
... livre above the price . — I wish'd she had asked a livre more , and was puzzling my brains how to bring the matter about . - Do you think , my dear Sir , said she , mistaking my embarrassment , that I could ask a sous too much of a ...
... livre in a little cage for the starling , and as he had little to do better the five months his master staid there , he taught it , in his mother's tongue , the four simple words — ( and no more ) - to which I own'd myself so much its ...