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A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy
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Maria. Moulines.
Though I hate salutations and greetings in the market-place, yet, when we got into the middle of this, I stopp’d to take my last look and last farewell of Maria.
Maria, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms: - affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly; - still she was feminine; - and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or the eye looks for in woman, that could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of Eliza out of mine, she should not only eat of my bread and drink of my own cup, but Maria should lie in my bosom, and be unto me as a daughter.
Adieu, poor luckless maiden! - Imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journeyeth on his way, now pours into thy wounds; - the Being, who has twice bruised thee, can only bind them up for ever.
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Chicago: Laurence Sterne, "Maria. Moulines.," A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, trans. Martin, Theodore in A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy (London: Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange, 1920), Original Sources, accessed December 2, 2023, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4SJ5NPDFY3XJVBY.
MLA: Sterne, Laurence. "Maria. Moulines." A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, translted by Martin, Theodore, in A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, London, Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange, 1920, Original Sources. 2 Dec. 2023. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4SJ5NPDFY3XJVBY.
Harvard: Sterne, L, 'Maria. Moulines.' in A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, trans. . cited in 1920, A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange, London. Original Sources, retrieved 2 December 2023, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4SJ5NPDFY3XJVBY.
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