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A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY
by Laurence Sterne Copyright note
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wife need to do.
In Paris, there are scarce two orders of beings more different: for the legislative and executive powers of the shop not resting in the husband, he seldom comes there: --in some dark and dismal room behind, he sits commerce-less, in his thrum nightcap, the same rough son of Nature that Nature left him.
The genius of a people, where nothing but the monarchy is salique, having ceded this department, with sundry others, totally to the women,--by a continual higgling with customers of all ranks and sizes from morning to night, like so many rough pebbles shook long together in a bag, by amicable collisions they have worn down their asperities and sharp angles, and not only become round and smooth, but will receive, some of them, a polish like a brilliant: -- Monsieur le Mari is little better than the stone under your foot.
- Surely,--surely, man! it is not good for thee to sit alone: -- thou wast made for social intercourse and gentle greetings; and this improvement of our natures from it I appeal to as my evidence.
- And how does it beat, Monsieur? said she.--With all the benignity, said I, looking quietly in her eyes, that I expected.-- She was going to say something civil in return--but the lad came into the shop with the gloves.--A propos, said I, I want a couple of pairs myself.
THE GLOVES. PARIS.
The beautiful grisette rose up when I said this, and going behind the counter, reach'd down a parcel and untied it: I advanced to the side over against her: they were all too large. The beautiful grisette measured them one by one across my hand.--It would not alter their dimensions.--She begg'd I would try a single pair, which seemed to be the least.--She held it open;--my hand slipped into it at once.--It will not do, said I, shaking my head a little.--No, said she, doing the same thing.
There are certain combined looks of simple subtlety,--where whim, and sense, and seriousness, and nonsense, are so blended, that all the languages of Babel set loose together, could not express them;- -they are communicated and caught so instantaneously, that you can scarce say which party is the infector. I leave it to your men of words to swell pages about it--it is enough in the present to say again, the gloves would not do; so, folding our hands within our arms, we both lolled upon the counter--it was narrow, and there was just room for the parcel to lay between us.
The beautiful grisette looked sometimes at the gloves, then sideways to the window, then at the gloves,--and then at me. I was not disposed to break silence: --I followed her example: so, I looked at the gloves, then to the window, then at the gloves, and then at her,--and so on alternately.
I found I lost considerably in every attack: --she had a quick black eye, and shot through two such long and silken eyelashes with
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