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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... round and round again , and thrice he wiped his eyes , and thrice he promised he would bring them all pardons from Rome . - - - The young fellow , said the landlord , is beloved by all the town , and there is scarce a corner in ...
... round with a riband of the same color , and putting her finger and thumb into it , she took out the money and paid for it . As I had nothing more to stay me in the shop , we both walk'd out at the door together . - And what have you to ...
... round , and then , by translating French looks and attitudes into plain English , I should presently have seen , that I had hold of the couvert of some more entertaining guest ; and in course should have resigned all my places one after ...