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Front Cover The front cover of “A Sentimental Journey in France and Italy” has gold lettering (stamped, I think, because it feels indented) and illustrations from the book. [more...] |
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Poor Marksman Cupid is watching a Frenchman practice his archery, shooting arrows at a heart on a pole. [more...] |
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Flying cherub firing an arrow A winged cupid, a naked boy with wings sprouting from his shoulder-blades, holds an arrow ready to fire. Where his arrow lands, someone will fall in love. I have included both a large size and smaller ones, so that you can use this happy little curly-haired putti on Valentines’ [...] [more...] |
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The Pulse. Any one may do a casual act of good nature, but a continuation of them shows itis a part of the temperature; and certainly, added I, if it is the same blood which comes from the heart which descends to the extremes (touching her wrist), I am sure you must have one of the best [...] holding out her arm. So, laying down my hat, I took hold of her fingers in one hand, and applied the two forefingers of my other to the artery. [more...] |
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At the bookseller The bookseller climbs a ladder to reach a book, which he is about to hand to a customer, a lady in 18th century dress and bonnet, in this bookshop [US: bookstore]. [more...] |
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The Conquest 1: Perhaps a kiss? Yes—and then—Ye, whose clay-cold heads and lukewarm hearts can argue down or mask your passions, tell me, what trespass is this that man should have them? or how his spirit stands answerable to the Father [...] [more...] |
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The Conquest 2: Walking down the stairs If nature has so wove her web of kindness, that some threads of love and desire are entangled with the piece, must the whole web be rent in drawing them out? Whip me such stories, [...] thy Providence shall place me for the trials of my virtue, whatever is my danger, whatever is my situation, let me feel the movements which rise out of it, and which belong to me as a man—and, if I govern them as a good one, I will trust the issue to thy justice; for thou hast made us, and not we ourselves. [more...] |
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The Conquest 3: Through the door As I finished my address, I raised the fair fille de chambre up by the hand, and led her out of the room; she stood by me till I locked the door and put the key in my pocket, and then, the victory being quite decisive, and not till then, I pressed my lips to her cheek, and, taking her by the hand afain, led her safe to the gate of the hotel. (p. 159) [more...] |
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Maria A photogravure: Maria. Here, a girl sits by a river-bank petting her dog; she has a flute on her lap, wears her long hair loose, and has a lace bodice. Next to her sits a man (the author), wearing a hat and coat, and shoes with knee-length [...] [more...] |
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Maria, detail - faces - two people in love Actually he is in love with her, but I am not sure she shared the feelings. This is a detail from the Maria photogravure, sized for wide-screen computer desktops. [more...] |
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The Grace If the supper was to my taste, the grace which followed it was much more so. (p. 202) [more...] |
