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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... pass'd across his cheek , but could not tarry - Nature seemed to have done with her resentments in him ; - he showed none : - he showed none : - but letting his staff fall within his arms , he pressed both his hands with resignation ...
... pass'd into the lower house , and pass'd the hands of as many commoners . But as all these wanted to get in , and my bird wanted to get out , he had almost as little store set by him in London as in Paris . It is impossible but many of ...
... pass'd over without torment . As for the little room within , it offer'd little or no consolation to us : ' twas a damp , cold closet , with a half dismantled window - shutter , and with a window which had neither glass nor oil paper in ...