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A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy by Laurence Sterne
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kind as any creature alive; and yet I honestly confess, that many a
thing gave me pain, and that I blush'd at many a word the first
month,--which I found inconsequent and perfectly innocent the
second.

Madame do Rambouliet, after an acquaintance of about six weeks with
her, had done me the honour to take me in her coach about two
leagues out of town.--Of all women, Madame de Rambouliet is the
most correct; and I never wish to see one of more virtues and
purity of heart.--In our return back, Madame de Rambouliet desired
me to pull the cord.--I asked her if she wanted anything--Rien que
pour pisser, said Madame de Rambouliet.

Grieve not, gentle traveller, to let Madame de Rambouliet p-ss on.-
-And, ye fair mystic nymphs! go each one PLUCK YOUR ROSE, and
scatter them in your path,--for Madame de Rambouliet did no more.--
I handed Madame de Rambouliet out of the coach; and had I been the
priest of the chaste Castalia, I could not have served at her
fountain with a more respectful decorum.


THE FILLE DE CHAMBRE. PARIS.


What the old French officer had delivered upon travelling, bringing
Polonius's advice to his son upon the same subject into my head,--
and that bringing in Hamlet, and Hamlet the rest of Shakespeare's
works, I stopp'd at the Quai de Conti in my return home, to
purchase the whole set.

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