tailieunhanh - The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO PART 1-BOOK 2 CHAPTER 16
The Man Who Laughs VICTOR HUGO BOOK 2 CHAPTER 16 The Problem Suddenly Works in Silence 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 BOOK 2 CHAPTER 16 The Problem Suddenly Works in Silence The hurricane had just stopped short. There was no longer in the air sou -wester or nor -wester. The fierce clarions of space were mute. The whole of the waterspout had poured from the sky without any warning of diminution as if it had slided perpendicularly into a gulf beneath. None knew what had become of it flakes replaced the hailstones the snow began to fall slowly. No more swell the sea flattened down. Such sudden cessations are peculiar to snowstorms. The electric effluvium exhausted all becomes still even the wave which in ordinary storms often remains agitated for a long time. In snowstorms it is not so. No prolonged anger in the deep. Like a tired-out worker it becomes drowsy directly thus almost giving the lie to the laws of statics but not astonishing old seamen who know that the sea is full of unforeseen surprises. The same phenomenon takes place although very rarely in ordinary storms. Thus in our time on the occasion of the memorable hurricane of July 27th 1867 at Jersey the wind after fourteen hours fury suddenly relapsed into a dead calm. In a few minutes the hooker was floating in sleeping waters. At the same time for the last phase of these storms resembles the first they could distinguish nothing all that had been made visible in the convulsions of the meteoric cloud was again dark. Pale outlines were fused in vague mist and the gloom of infinite space closed about the vessel. The wall of night--that circular occlusion that interior of a cylinder the diameter of which was lessening minute by minute--enveloped the Matutina and with the sinister deliberation of an encroaching iceberg was drawing in dangerously. In the zenith nothing--a lid of fog closing down. It was as if the hooker were at the bottom of the well of the abyss. In that well the sea was a puddle of liquid lead. No stir in the waters--ominous immobility The ocean is never less tamed than when it .
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