tailieunhanh - Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 25

Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 25 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 25 Armand tired by this long narrative often interrupted by his tears put his two hands over his forehead and closed his eyes to think or to try to sleep after giving me the pages written by the hand of Marguerite. A few minutes after a more rapid breathing told me that Armand slept but that light sleep which the least sound banishes. This is what I read I copy it without adding or omitting a syllable To-day is the 15th December. I have been ill three or four days. This morning I stayed in bed. The weather is dark I am sad there is no one by me. I think of you Armand. And you where are you while I write these lines Far from Paris far far they tell me and perhaps you have already forgotten Marguerite. Well be happy I owe you the only happy moments in my life. I can not help wanting to explain all my conduct to you and I have written you a letter but written by a girl like me such a letter might seem to be a lie unless death had sanctified it by its authority and instead of a letter it were a confession. To-day I am ill I may die of this illness for I have always had the presentiment that I shall die young. My mother died of consumption and the way I have always lived could but increase the only heritage she ever left me. But I do not want to die without clearing up for you everything about me that is if when you come back you will still trouble yourself about the poor girl whom you loved before you went away. This is what the letter contained I shall like writing it over again so as to give myself another proof of my own justification. You remember Armand how the arrival of your father surprised us at Bougival you remember the involuntary fright that his arrival caused me and the scene which took place between you and him which you told me of in the evening. Next day when you were at Paris waiting for your father and he did not return a man came to the door and handed in a letter from M. Duval. His letter which I inclose with .