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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... mind of my wants . I had wrote myself pretty well out of conceit with the désobligeant , and Mons . Dessein speaking of it , with a shrug , as if it would no way suit me , it immediately struck my fancy that it belong'd to some Innocent ...
... mind to think of it otherwise than I had then spoken of it to Eugenius ? - -- And as for the Bastille ; the terror is in the word . - Make the most of it you can , said I to myself , the Bastille is but another word for a tower ; - and ...
... mind : as I am at Versailles , thought I , I might as well take a view of the town ; so I pull'd the cord , and ordered the coachman to drive round some of the principal streets . — I suppose the town is not very large , said I. — The ...