tailieunhanh - A Prince of Sinners E. Phillips Oppenheim BOOK 3 CHAPTER 12

A Prince of Sinners E. Phillips Oppenheim BOOK 3 CHAPTER 12 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 . | A Prince of Sinners E. Phillips Oppenheim BOOK 3 CHAPTER 12 THE PRINCE OF SINNERS SPEAKS OUT The bishop sat down amidst a little murmur of applause. He glanced up and saw that his wife had heard his speech and he noted with satisfaction the long line of reporters for whose sake he had spoken with such deliberation and with occasional pauses. He felt that his indictment of this new charitable departure had been scathing and logical. He was not altogether displeased to see Brooks himself in the Strangers Gallery. That young man would be better able to understand now the mighty power of the Church which he had so wantonly disregarded. But it was not the bishop s speech which had filled Brooks with dismay which had made his heart grow suddenly cold within him. For this he had been prepared--but not for the adversary who was now upon his feet prepared to address the House. At least he said to himself bitterly he might have been spared this. It was Lord Arranmore who amidst some murmurs of surprise had risen to address the House--pale composed supercilious as ever. And Brooks felt that what he could listen to unmoved from the Bishop of Beeston would be hard indeed to bear from this man. The intervention of Lord Arranmore so early in the debate was wholly unexpected. Every one was interested and those who knew him best prepared themselves for a little mild sensation. The bishop smiled to himself with the satisfaction of a man who has secured a welcome but unexpected ally. Lord Arranmore s views as to charity and its dispensation were fairly well known. So every one listened--at first with curiosity afterwards with something like amazement. The bishop abandoned his expression of gentle tolerance for one of manifest uneasiness. It seemed scarcely credible that he heard aright. For the Marquis of Arranmore s forefinger was stretched out towards him--a gesture at once relentless and scornful and the words to which he was forced to listen were not pleasant ones to hear. It is