TAILIEUCHUNG - LUYỆN ĐỌC TIẾNG ANH QUA CÁC TÁC PHẨM VĂN HỌC -THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 77-P2

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 77-P2 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 COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 77-P2 Haidee answered his remark with a melancholy smile. You wish me then to relate the history of my past sorrows said she. I beg you to do so replied Albert. Well I was but four years old when one night I was suddenly awakened by my mother. We were in the palace of Yanina she snatched me from the cushions on which I was sleeping and on opening my eyes I saw hers filled with tears. She took me away without speaking. When I saw her weeping I began to cry too. Hush child said she. At other times in spite of maternal endearments or threats I had with a child s caprice been accustomed to indulge my feelings of sorrow or anger by crying as much as I felt inclined but on this occasion there was an intonation of such extreme terror in my mother s voice when she enjoined me to silence that I ceased crying as soon as her command was given. She bore me rapidly away. I saw then that we were descending a large staircase around us were all my mother s servants carrying trunks bags ornaments jewels purses of gold with which they were hurrying away in the greatest distraction. Behind the women came a guard of twenty men armed with long guns and pistols and dressed in the costume which the Greeks have assumed since they have again become a nation. You may imagine there was something startling and ominous said Haidee shaking her head and turning pale at the mere remembrance of the scene in this long file of slaves and women only half-aroused from sleep or at least so they appeared to me who was myself scarcely awake. Here and there on the walls of the staircase were reflected gigantic shadows which trembled in the flickering light of the pine-torches till they seemed to reach to the vaulted roof above. Quick said a voice at the end of the gallery. This voice made every one bow before it resembling in its effect the wind passing over a field of wheat by its superior strength forcing every ear to yield obeisance. As for me it made .

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