tailieunhanh - THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 55

THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 55 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 MAN IN THE IRON MASK ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 55 Porthos s Will At Pierrefonds everything was in mourning. The courts were deserted the stables closed the parterres neglected. In the basins the fountains formerly so spreading noisy and sparkling had stopped of themselves. Along the roads around the château came a few grave personages mounted upon mules or farm horses. These were country neighbors cures and bailiffs of adjacent estates. All these people entered the château silently gave their horses to a melancholylooking groom and directed their steps conducted by a huntsman in black to the great dining-room where Mousqueton received them at the door. Mousqueton had become so thin in two days that his clothes moved upon him like sheaths which are too large in which the blades of swords dance about at each motion. His face composed of red and white like that of the Madonna of Vandyke was furrowed by two silver rivulets which had dug their beds in his cheeks as full formerly as they had become thin since his grief began. At each fresh arrival Mousqueton shed fresh tears and it was pitiful to see him press his throat with his fat hand to keep from bursting into sobs and lamentations. All these visits were for the purpose of hearing the reading of Porthos s will announced for that day and at which all the covetous and all who were allied by friendship with the deceased were anxious to be present as he had left no relative behind him. The visitors took their places as they arrived and the great room had just been closed when the clock struck twelve the hour fixed for the reading. Porthos s procurator- who was naturally the successor of Master Coquenard- began by slowly unfolding the vast parchment upon which the powerful hand of Porthos had traced his last wishes. The seal broken the spectacles put on the preliminary cough having sounded every one opened his ears. Mousqueton had squatted himself in a corner the better to weep and the less to hear. All at once the .