tailieunhanh - THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 2

THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 2 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 VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 2 Each bought her own ticket at the entrance to Weasel Park. And each as she laid her half-dollar down was distinctly aware of how many pieces of fancy starch were represented by the coin. It was too early for the crowd but bricklayers and their families laden with huge lunch-baskets and armfuls of babies were already going in--a healthy husky race of workmen well-paid and robustly fed. And with them here and there undisguised by their decent American clothing smaller in bulk and stature weazened not alone by age but by the pinch of lean years and early hardship were grandfathers and mothers who had patently first seen the light of day on old Irish soil. Their faces showed content and pride as they limped along with this lusty progeny of theirs that had fed on better food. Not with these did Mary and Saxon belong. They knew them not had no acquaintances among them. It did not matter whether the festival were Irish German or Slavonian whether the picnic was the Bricklayers the Brewers or the Butchers . They the girls were of the dancing crowd that swelled by a certain constant percentage the gate receipts of all the picnics. They strolled about among the booths where peanuts were grinding and popcorn was roasting in preparation for the day and went on and inspected the dance floor of the pavilion. Saxon clinging to an imaginary partner essayed a few steps of the dip-waltz. Mary clapped her hands. My she cried. You re just swell An them stockin s is peaches. Saxon smiled with appreciation pointed out her foot velvet-slippered with high Cuban heels and slightly lifted the tight black skirt exposing a trim ankle and delicate swell of calf the white flesh gleaming through the thinnest and flimsiest of fifty-cent black silk stockings. She was slender not tall yet the due round lines of womanhood were hers. On her white shirtwaist was a pleated jabot of cheap lace caught with a large novelty pin of imitation coral. Over .