tailieunhanh - LUYỆN ĐỌC TIẾNG ANH QUA TÁC PHẨM VĂN HỌC-SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY- Round The Circle

SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY Round The Circle Đây là một serries truyện ngắn anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh | SHORT STORY BY O HENRY Round The Circle Find yo shirt all right Sam asked Mrs. Webber from her chair under the live-oak where she was comfortably seated with a paper- back volume for company. It balances perfeckly Marthy answered Sam with a suspicious pleasantness in his tone. At first I was about ter be a little reckless and kick cause ther buttons was all off but since I diskiver that the button holes is all busted out why I wouldn t go so fur as to say the buttons is any loss to speak of. Oh well said his wife carelessly put on your necktie--that ll keep it together. Sam Webber s sheep ranch was situated in the loneliest part of the country between the Nueces and the Frio. The ranch house--a two-room box structure--was on the rise of a gently swelling hill in the midst of a wilderness of high chaparral. In front of it was a small clearing where stood the sheep pens shearing shed and wool house. Only a few feet back of it began the thorny jungle. Sam was going to ride over to the Chapman ranch to see about buying some more improved merino rams. At length he came out ready for his ride. This being a business trip of some importance and the Chapman ranch being almost a small town in population and size Sam had decided to dress up accordingly. The result was that he had transformed himself from a graceful picturesque frontiersman into something much less pleasing to the sight. The tight white collar awkwardly constricted his muscular mahogany-colored neck. The buttonless shirt bulged in stiff waves beneath his unbuttoned vest. The suit of ready-made effectually concealed the fine lines of his straight athletic figure. His berry-brown face was set to the melancholy dignity befitting a prisoner of state. He gave Randy his three-year-old son a pat on the head and hurried out to where Mexico his favorite saddle horse was standing. Marthy leisurely rocking in her chair fixed her place in the book with her finger and turned her head smiling mischievously as she noted the