A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy by Laurence Sterne
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I should as soon think of making a genteel suit of clothes out of
remnants: --and to do it--pop--at first sight, by declaration--is submitting the offer, and themselves with it, to be sifted with all their pours and contres, by an unheated mind. The lady attended as if she expected I should go on. Consider then, Madame, continued I, laying my hand upon hers:- That grave people hate love for the name's sake; - That selfish people hate it for their own; - Hypocrites for heaven's; - And that all of us, both old and young, being ten times worse frightened than hurt by the very report,--what a want of knowledge in this branch of commence a man betrays, whoever lets the word come out of his lips, till an hour or two, at least, after the time that his silence upon it becomes tormenting. A course of small, quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm,--nor so vague as to be misunderstood--with now and then a look of kindness, and little or nothing said upon it,--leaves nature for your mistress, and she fashions it to her mind. - Then I solemnly declare, said the lady, blushing, you have been making love to me all this while. THE REMISE. CALAIS. |
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