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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... turn to little account ; so taking down the name of the Hôtel de Modene , where I lodged , I walked forth without any determination where to go ; - I shall consider of that , said I , as I walk along . Hail THE PULSE . PARIS . ail , ye ...
Laurence Sterne. --- - - You must turn , Monsieur , said she , going with me to the door of the shop , and pointing the way down the street I was to take , — you must turn first to your left hand , mais prenez garde - there are two turns ...
... turn it into English , and see how it would look then ; - so I went on leisurely , as a trifling man does , sometimes writing a sentence , - then taking a turn or two , and then looking how the world went , out of the window ; so that ...