A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy by Laurence Sterne
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When he had entered the room three paces, he stood still; and laying his left hand upon his breast (a slender white staff with which he journey'd being in his right)--when I had got close up to him, he introduced himself with the little story of the wants of his convent, and the poverty of his order;--and did it with so simple a grace,--and such an air of deprecation was there in the whole cast of his look and figure,--I was bewitch'd not to have been struck with it. - A better reason was, I had predetermined not to give him a single sous. THE MONK. CALAIS. - 'Tis very true, said I, replying to a cast upwards with his eyes, with which he had concluded his address;--'tis very true,--and heaven be their resource who have no other but the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way sufficient for the many GREAT CLAIMS which are hourly made upon it. As I pronounced the words GREAT CLAIMS, he gave a slight glance with his eye downwards upon the sleeve of his tunic: --I felt the full force of the appeal--I acknowledge it, said I: --a coarse habit, and that but once in three years with meagre diet,--are no great matters; and the true point of pity is, as they can be earn'd in the world with so little industry, that your order should wish to procure them by pressing upon a fund which is the property of |
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