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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... once lost my portmanteau from behind my chaise , and twice got out in the rain , and one of the times up to the knees in dirt , to help the postilion to tie it on , without being able to find out what was wanting . - Nor was it till I ...
... once in his favor ; so I hired him first , — and then began to enquire what he could do : But I shall find out his talents , quoth I , as I want them , besides , a Frenchman can do everything . - V Now poor La Fleur could do nothing in ...
... once stood behind in the circle , where not three words have been said , and have brought off twenty different dialogues with me , which I could have fairly wrote down and sworn to . I was going one evening to Martini's concert at Milan ...