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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... old French . officer . I love the character , not only because I honor the man whose manners are softened by a profession which makes bad men worse ; but that I once knew one , for he is no more , and why should I not rescue one page ...
... old French officer , seeing me lift up my eyes with an emotion , as I made the apostrophe , took the liberty to ask me what was the matter ? - I told him the story in three words ; and added , how inhuman it was . By this time the dwarf ...
... old French officer smiled , and whispering in my ear , opened a door of knowledge which I had no idea of . - Good God ! said I , turning pale with astonishment is it possible , that a people so smit with sentiment should at the same ...