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Laurence Sterne. A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy
A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy
Table of Contents
PREFACE. IN THE DESOBLIGEANT
CALAIS
IN THE STREET. CALAIS
THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS
THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS
THE SNUFF BOX. CALAIS
THE REMISE DOOR. CALAIS
IN THE STREET. CALAIS
THE REMISE. CALAIS
THE REMISE. CALAIS
THE REMISE. CALAIS
IN THE STREET. CALAIS
MONTREUIL
MONTREUIL
MONTREUIL
MONTREUIL
A FRAGMENT
MONTREUIL
THE BIDET
NAMPONT. THE DEAD ASS
NAMPONT. THE POSTILION
AMIENS
THE LETTER. AMIENS
THE LETTER
PARIS
THE WIG. PARIS
THE PULSE. PARIS
THE HUSBAND. PARIS
THE GLOVES. PARIS
THE TRANSLATION. PARIS
THE DWARF. PARIS
THE ROSE. PARIS
THE FILLE DE CHAMBRE. PARIS
THE PASSPORT. PARIS
THE PASSPORT. THE HOTEL AT PARIS
THE CAPTIVE. PARIS
THE STARLING. ROAD TO VERSAILLES
THE ADDRESS. VERSAILLES
LE PATISSIER. VERSAILLES
THE SWORD. RENNES
THE PASSPORT. VERSAILLES
THE PASSPORT. VERSAILLES
THE PASSPORT. VERSAILLES
THE PASSPORT. VERSAILLES
CHARACTER. VERSAILLES
THE TEMPTATION. PARIS
THE CONQUEST
THE MYSTERY. PARIS
THE CASE OF CONSCIENCE. PARIS
THE RIDDLE. PARIS
LE DIMANCHE. PARIS
THE FRAGMENT. PARIS
THE FRAGMENT. PARIS
THE FRAGMENT, AND THE BOUQUET. [648] PARIS
THE ACT OF CHARITY. PARIS
THE RIDDLE EXPLAINED. PARIS
PARIS
MARIA. MOULINES
MARIA
MARIA. MOULINES
THE BOURBONNNOIS
THE SUPPER
THE GRACE
THE CASE OF DELICACY
FOOTNOTES
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Laurence Sterne
Published by Good Press, 2019
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I had never quitted the lady’s hand all this time, and had held it so long, that it would have been indecent to have let it go, without first pressing it to my lips: the blood and spirits, which had suffered a revulsion from her, crowded back to her as I did it.
Now the two travellers, who had spoke to me in the coach-yard, happening at that crisis to be passing by, and observing our communications, naturally took it into their heads that we must be man and wife at least; so, stopping as soon as they came up to the door of the Remise, the one of them who was the Inquisitive Traveller, ask’d us, if we set out for Paris the next morning?—I could only answer for myself, I said; and the lady added, she was for Amiens.—We dined there yesterday, said the Simple Traveller.—You go directly through the town, added the other, in your road to Paris. I was going to return a thousand thanks for the intelligence, that Amiens was in the road to Paris, but, upon pulling out my poor monk’s little horn box to take a pinch of snuff, I made them a quiet bow, and wishing them a good passage to Dover.—They left us alone.—
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