tailieunhanh - THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 2 CHAPTER 13

THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 2 CHAPTER 13 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 2 CHAPTER 13 From now on to Saxon life seemed bereft of its last reason and rhyme. It had become senseless nightmarish. Anything irrational was possible. There was nothing stable in the anarchic flux of affairs that swept her on she knew not to what catastrophic end. Had Billy been dependable all would still have been well. With him to cling to she would have faced everything fearlessly. But he had been whirled away from her in the prevailing madness. So radical was the change in him that he seemed almost an intruder in the house. Spiritually he was such an intruder. Another man looked out of his eyes--a man whose thoughts were of violence and hatred a man to whom there was no good in anything and who had become an ardent protagonist of the evil that was rampant aud universal. This man no longer condemned Bert himself muttering vaguely of dynamite end sabotage and revolution. Saxon strove to maintain that sweetness and coolness of flesh and spirit that Billy had praised in the old days. Once only she lost control. He had been in a particularly ugly mood and a final harshness and unfairness cut her to the quick. Who are you speaking to she flamed out at him. He was speechless and abashed and could only stare at her face which was white with anger. Don t you ever speak to me like that again Billy she commanded. Aw can t you put up with a piece of bad temper he muttered half apologetically yet half defiantly. God knows I got enough to make me cranky. After he left the house she flung herself on the bed and cried heart-brokenly. For she who knew so thoroughly the humility of love was a proud woman. Only the proud can be truly humble as only the strong may know the fullness of gentleness. But what was the use she demanded of being proud and game when the only person in the world who mattered to her lost his own pride and gameness and fairness and gave her the worse share of their mutual trouble And now as she had faced alone the .