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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... parterre cried out , Place aux dames , with one voice , it would not have conveyed the sentiment of a deference for the sex with half the effect . Just Heaven ! for what wise reasons hast thou ordered it , that beggary and urbanity ...
... parterre , — and that was , the unaccountable sport of Nature in forming such numbers of dwarfs . No doubt she sports at certain times in almost every corner of the world ; but in Paris there is no end to her amusements . goddess seems ...
... parterre , you pay the same price as in the orchestra . A poor defenseless being of this order had got thrust somehow or other into this luckless place ; — the night was hot , and he was surrounded by beings two feet and a half higher ...