Wives and Daughters ELIZABETH GASKELL CHAPTER 42 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 . | Wives and Daughters ELIZABETH GASKELL CHAPTER 42 The Storm Bursts The autumn drifted away through all its seasons the golden corn-harvest the walks through the stubble fields and rambles into hazel-copses in search of nuts the stripping of the apple-orchards of their ruddy fruit amid the joyous cries and shouts of watching children and the gorgeous tulip-like colouring of the later time had now come on with the shortening days. There was comparative silence in the land excepting for the distant shots and the whirr of the partridges as they rose up from the field. Ever since Miss Browning s unlucky conversation things had been ajar in the Gibsons house. Cynthia seemed to keep every one out at mental arm s-length and particularly avoided any private talks with Molly. Mrs Gibson still cherishing a grudge against Miss Browning for her implied accusation of not looking enough after Molly chose to exercise a most wearying supervision over the poor girl. It was Where have you been child Who did you see Who was that letter from Why were you so long out when you had only to go to so-and-so just as if Molly had really been detected in carrying on some underhand intercourse. She answered every question asked of her with the simple truthfulness of perfect innocence but the inquiries although she read their motive and knew that they arose from no especial suspicion of her conduct but only that Mrs Gibson might be able to say that she looked well after her stepdaughter chafed her inexpressibly. Very often she did not go out at all sooner than have to give a plan of her intended proceedings when perhaps she had no plan at all only thought of wandering out at her own sweet will and of taking pleasure in the bright solemn fading of the year. It was a very heavy time for Molly - zest and life had fled and left so many of the old delights mere shells of seeming. She thought it was that her youth had fled at nineteen Cynthia was no longer the same somehow and perhaps Cynthia s change

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