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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... word which roused me was Amiens . - - Bless me ! said I , rubbing my eyes , this is the very town where my poor lady is to come . AMIENS . The he words were scarce out of my LAURENCE STERNE 37 NAMPONT. THE POSTILION. ...
... word for a tower ; - and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of . - Mercy on the gouty ! for they are in it twice a year . But with nine livres a day , and pen and ink , and paper , and patience , albeit a man can ...
... word by her fille de chambre that I would assuredly wait upon her ; - but I am governed by circumstances ; - I ... words , that the best part of his life had passed in the service , in which , after spending a small patrimony , he had ...