TAILIEUCHUNG - THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 2 CHAPTER 15

THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 2 CHAPTER 15 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 . | THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 2 CHAPTER 15 All that night Saxon lay unsleeping without taking off her clothes and when she arose in the morning and washed her face and dressed her hair she was aware of a strange numbness of a feeling of constriction about her head as if it were bound by a heavy band of iron. It seemed like a dull pressure upon her brain. It was the beginning of an illness that she did not know as illness. All she knew was that she felt queer. It was not fever. It was not cold. Her bodily health was as it should be and when she thought about it she put her condition down to nerves--nerves according to her ideas and the ideas of her class being unconnected with disease. She had a strange feeling of loss of self of being a stranger to herself and the world in which she moved seemed a vague and shrouded world. It lacked sharpness of definition. Its customary vividness was gone. She had lapses of memory and was continually finding herself doing unplanned things. Thus to her astonishment she came to in the back yard hanging up the week s wash. She had no recollection of having done it yet it had been done precisely as it should have been done. She had boiled the sheets and pillow-slips and the table linen. Billy s woolens had been washed in warm water only with the home-made soap the recipe of which Mercedes had given her. On investigation she found she had eaten a mutton chop for breakfast. This meant that she had been to the butcher shop yet she had no memory of having gone. Curiously she went into the bedroom. The bed was made up and everything in order. At twilight she came upon herself in the front room seated by the window crying in an ecstasy of joy. At first she did not know what this joy was then it came to her that it was because she had lost her baby. A blessing a blessing she was chanting aloud wringing her hands but with joy she knew it was with joy that she wrung her hands. The days came and went. She had little notion of time. .

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