tailieunhanh - The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO BOOK 1-PART 1 CHAPTER 3

The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 1 CHAPTER 3 Alone 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 Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 1 CHAPTER 3 Alone The child remained motionless on the rock with his eyes fixed--no calling out no appeal. Though this was unexpected by him he spoke not a word. The same silence reigned in the vessel. No cry from the child to the men--no farewell from the men to the child. There was on both sides a mute acceptance of the widening distance between them. It was like a separation of ghosts on the banks of the Styx. The child as if nailed to the rock which the high tide was beginning to bathe watched the departing bark. It seemed as if he realized his position. What did he realize Darkness. A moment later the hooker gained the neck of the crook and entered it. Against the clear sky the masthead was visible rising above the split blocks between which the strait wound as between two walls. The truck wandered to the summit of the rocks and appeared to run into them. Then it was seen no more--all was over--the bark had gained the sea. The child watched its disappearance--he was astounded but dreamy. His stupefaction was complicated by a sense of the dark reality of existence. It seemed as if there were experience in this dawning being. Did he perchance already exercise judgment Experience coming too early constructs sometimes in the obscure depths of a child s mind some dangerous balance--we know not what--in which the poor little soul weighs God. Feeling himself innocent he yielded. There was no complaint--the irreproachable does not reproach. His rough expulsion drew from him no sign he suffered a sort of internal stiffening. The child did not bow under this sudden blow of fate which seemed to put an end to his existence ere it had well begun he received the thunderstroke standing. It would have been evident to any one who could have seen his astonishment unmixed with dejection that in the group which abandoned him there was nothing which loved him nothing which he loved. Brooding he forgot the cold. Suddenly the wave wetted his .