tailieunhanh - Wives and Daughters ELIZABETH GASKELL CHAPTER 19-P2

Wives and Daughters ELIZABETH GASKELL CHAPTER 19-P2 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 . | Wives and Daughters ELIZABETH GASKELL CHAPTER 19-P2 Mr Gibson had come in very late and was having a solitary dinner in the dining- room. Molly was sitting near him to keep him company. Cynthia and her mother were upstairs. The latter was trying on a head-dress which Cynthia had made for her. Molly remained downstairs after her father had gone out afresh on his final round among his town patients. The fire was growing very low and the lights were waning. Cynthia came softly in and taking Molly s listless hand that hung down by her side sate at her feet on the rug chafing her chilly fingers without speaking. The tender action thawed the tears that had been gathering heavily at Molly s heart and they came dropping down her cheeks. You loved her dearly did you not Molly Yes sobbed Molly and then there was a silence. Had you known her long No not a year. But I had seen a great deal of her. I was almost like a daughter to her she said so. Yet I never bid her good-by or anything. Her mind became weak and confused. She had only sons I think No only Mr Osborne and Mr Roger Hamley. She had a daughter once - Fanny. Sometimes in her illness she used to call me Fanny. The two girls were silent for some time both gazing into the fire. Cynthia spoke first - I wish I could love people as you do Molly Don t you said the other in surprise. No. A good number of people love me I believe or at least they think they do but I never seem to care much for any one. I do believe I love you little Molly whom I have only known for ten days better than any one. Not than your mother said Molly in grave astonishment. Yes than my mother replied Cynthia half-smiling. It s very shocking I daresay but it is so. Now don t go and condemn me. I don t think love for one s mother quite comes by nature and remember how much I have been separated from mine I loved my father if you will she continued with the force of truth in her tone and then she stopped but he died when I was quite a little thing and no