A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy by Laurence Sterne
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page 56 of 148 (37%)
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tout a vous,
JAQUES ROQUE. It was but changing the Corporal into the Count,--and saying nothing about mounting guard on Wednesday,--and the letter was neither right nor wrong: --so, to gratify the poor fellow, who stood trembling for my honour, his own, and the honour of his letter,--I took the cream gently off it, and whipping it up in my own way, I seal'd it up and sent him with it to Madame de L-;--and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris. PARIS. When a man can contest the point by dint of equipage, and carry all on floundering before him with half a dozen of lackies and a couple of cooks--'tis very well in such a place as Paris,--he may drive in at which end of a street he will. A poor prince who is weak in cavalry, and whose whole infantry does not exceed a single man, had best quit the field, and signalize himself in the cabinet, if he can get up into it;--I say UP INTO IT--for there is no descending perpendicular amongst 'em with a "Me voici! mes enfans"--here I am--whatever many may think. I own my first sensations, as soon as I was left solitary and alone in my own chamber in the hotel, were far from being so flattering |
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