The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 1 CHAPTER 7 The North Point of Portland 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 Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 1 CHAPTER 7 The North Point of Portland He ran until he was breathless at random desperate over the plain into the snow into space. His flight warmed him. He needed it. Without the run and the fright he had died. When his breath failed him he stopped but he dared not look back. He fancied that the birds would pursue him that the dead man had undone his chain and was perhaps hurrying behind him and no doubt the gibbet itself was descending the hill running after the dead man he feared to see these things if he turned his head. When he had somewhat recovered his breath he resumed his flight. To account for facts does not belong to childhood. He received impressions which were magnified by terror but he did not link them together in his mind nor form any conclusion on them. He was going on no matter how or where he ran in agony and difficulty as one in a dream. During the three hours or so since he had been deserted his onward progress still vague had changed its purpose. At first it was a search now it was a flight. He no longer felt hunger nor cold--he felt fear. One instinct had given place to another. To escape was now his whole thought--to escape from what From everything. On all sides life seemed to enclose him like a horrible wall. If he could have fled from all things he would have done so. But children know nothing of that breaking from prison which is called suicide. He was running. He ran on for an indefinite time but fear dies with lack of breath. All at once as if seized by a sudden accession of energy and intelligence he stopped. One would have said he was ashamed of running away. He drew himself up stamped his foot and with head erect looked round. There was no longer hill nor gibbet nor flights of crows. The fog had resumed possession of the horizon. The child pursued his way he now no longer ran but walked. To say that meeting with a corpse had made a man of him would be to limit the manifold and confused impression