A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Том 2T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1770 |
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... just as I have told it the reader- -And the mafter of my hotel , faid I , as I concluded it , will needs have it , Monfieur le Count , that I fhould be fent to the Baftile - but I have no apprehenfions , continued I- for in falling into ...
... just as I have told it the reader- -And the mafter of my hotel , faid I , as I concluded it , will needs have it , Monfieur le Count , that I fhould be fent to the Baftile - but I have no apprehenfions , continued I- for in falling into ...
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... just going to cry out , Then I will write it , fair girl ! upon thy lips.- If I do , faid I , I fhall perifh- fo I took her by the hand , and led her to the door , and begg'd fhe would not forget the leffon I had given her -She faid ...
... just going to cry out , Then I will write it , fair girl ! upon thy lips.- If I do , faid I , I fhall perifh- fo I took her by the hand , and led her to the door , and begg'd fhe would not forget the leffon I had given her -She faid ...
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... just fhew you , faid the fair fille de chambre , the little purfe I have been making to - day to hold your crown . So he put her hand into her right pocket , which was next me , and felt for it for fome time - then into the left- " She ...
... just fhew you , faid the fair fille de chambre , the little purfe I have been making to - day to hold your crown . So he put her hand into her right pocket , which was next me , and felt for it for fome time - then into the left- " She ...
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... well , faid I , we'll all part friends then - for the girl is no worfe - and I am no worfe - and you will be just as I found you . It was enough , he faid , to overthrow Overthrow the credit of his hotel . Voyez vous , [ 108 ]
... well , faid I , we'll all part friends then - for the girl is no worfe - and I am no worfe - and you will be just as I found you . It was enough , he faid , to overthrow Overthrow the credit of his hotel . Voyez vous , [ 108 ]
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... just as well as a hero , I generally make my fermon out of ' em - and for the text- " Cap- " padofia , Pontus and Afia , Phrygia " and Pamphilia " -is as good as any one in the Bible . There is a long dark paffage iffu- ing out from the ...
... just as well as a hero , I generally make my fermon out of ' em - and for the text- " Cap- " padofia , Pontus and Afia , Phrygia " and Pamphilia " -is as good as any one in the Bible . There is a long dark paffage iffu- ing out from the ...
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Страница 31 - Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverish; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Страница 29 - The bird in his cage pursued me into my room. I sat down close to my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination. I was going to begin with the millions of my...
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Страница 27 - Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery! said I ' still thou art a bitter draught! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.
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