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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... master , — added a long apocrypha of inquiries after Madame de L's health , — told her , that Monsieur his master was au désespoire for her re - establishment from the fatigues of her journey , - and , to close all , that Monsieur had ...
... 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 debtor . Upon his master's going on for Italy , the lad had given it to the master of the hotel ...
... master of the hotel was for his affront to me in bidding me change my lodgings . ― A man who values a good night's rest will not lie down with enmity in his heart , if he can help it . So I bid La Fleur tell the master of the hotel ...