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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... or four louis d'ors , which is the most I can be overreached in ? - - Base passion ! said I , turning myself about , as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentiment , — base , ungentle passion ! thy hand is against every man ...
... louis d'ors in my purse , there was no such thing as rising up and showing her the door , till I had first laid three of them out in a pair of ruffles . The master of the hotel will share the profit with her ; — no matter , - then I ...
... louis d'ors , pour s'adoniser , when we got to Paris ; and the poor fellow , to do him justice , had done wonders with it . He had bought a bright , clean , good scarlet coat , and a pair of breeches of the same . They were not a crown ...