tailieunhanh - Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 18

Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 18 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 . | Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 18 It would be difficult to give you all the details of our new life. It was made up of a series of little childish events charming for us but insignificant to any one else. You know what it is to be in love with a woman you know how it cuts short the days and with what loving listlessness one drifts into the morrow. You know that forgetfulness of everything which comes of a violent confident reciprocated love. Every being who is not the beloved one seems a useless being in creation. One regrets having cast scraps of one s heart to other women and one can not believe in the possibility of ever pressing another hand than that which one holds between one s hands. The mind admits neither work nor remembrance nothing in short which can distract it from the one thought in which it is ceaselessly absorbed. Every day one discovers in one s mistress a new charm and unknown delights. Existence itself is but the unceasing accomplishment of an unchanging desire the soul is but the vestal charged to feed the sacred fire of love. We often went at night-time to sit in the little wood above the house there we listened to the cheerful harmonies of evening both of us thinking of the coming hours which should leave us to one another till the dawn of day. At other times we did not get up all day we did not even let the sunlight enter our room. The curtains were hermetically closed and for a moment the external world did not exist for us. Nanine alone had the right to open our door but only to bring in our meals and even these we took without getting up interrupting them with laughter and gaiety. To that succeeded a brief sleep for disappearing into the depths of our love we were like two divers who only come to the surface to take breath. Nevertheless I surprised moments of sadness even tears in Marguerite I asked her the cause of her trouble and she answered Our love is not like other loves my Armand. You love me as if I had never belonged to .