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Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 8 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 8 However continued Armand after a pause while I knew myself to be still in love with her I felt more sure of myself and part of my desire to speak to Marguerite again was a wish to make her see that I was stronger than she. How many ways does the heart take how many reasons does it invent for itself in order to arrive at what it wants I could not remain in the corridor and I returned to my place in the stalls looking hastily around to see what box she was in. She was in a ground-floor box quite alone. She had changed as I have told you and no longer wore an indifferent smile on her lips. She had suffered she was still suffering. Though it was April she was still wearing a winter costume all wrapped up in furs. I gazed at her so fixedly that my eyes attracted hers. She looked at me for a few seconds put up her opera-glass to see me better and seemed to think she recognised me without being quite sure who I was for when she put down her glasses a smile that charming feminine salutation flitted across her lips as if to answer the bow which she seemed to expect but I did not respond so as to have an advantage over her as if I had forgotten while she remembered. Supposing herself mistaken she looked away. The curtain went up. I have often seen Marguerite at the theatre. I never saw her pay the slightest attention to what was being acted. As for me the performance interested me equally little and I paid no attention to anything but her though doing my utmost to keep her from noticing it. Presently I saw her glancing across at the person who was in the opposite box on looking I saw a woman with whom I was quite familiar. She had once been a kept woman and had tried to go on the stage had failed and relying on her acquaintance with fashionable people in Paris had gone into business and taken a milliner s shop. I saw in her a means of meeting with Marguerite and profited by a moment in which she looked my way to wave my hand to her. As
