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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... sous for thee . - Vive le Roi ! said the old soldier . - I had then but three sous left : so I gave one , simply , pour l'amour de Dieu , which was the footing on which it was begg'd . - The poor woman had a dislocated hip ; so it could ...
... sous ! said one . A twelve - sous piece ! said the other , - — and made no reply . - - The poor man said , he knew not how to ask less of ladies of their rank ; and bow'd down his head to the ground . Poo ! said they , we have no money ...
... sous . A sous ! give twelve , said the supplicant ; Nature has been bountiful to you , be bountiful to a poor man . - - – I would friend , with all my heart , said the younger , if I had it . My fair charitable ! said he , addressing ...