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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... look'd forwards ; but look'd as if it look'd at something beyond this world . - How one of his order came by it , heaven above , who let it fall upon a monk's shoulders best knows : but it would have suited a Bramin , and had I met it ...
... look'd at the picture she had tied in a black riband about my neck , — and blush'd as I look'd at it . — I would have given the world to have kiss'd it , — but was ashamed . - And shall this tender flower , said I , pressing it between ...
... look'd at him , his croix , and his basket , the stronger they wove themselves into my brain . I got out of the remise , and went towards him . - He was begirt with a clean linen apron which fell below his knees , and with a sort of a ...