tailieunhanh - LUYỆN ĐỌC TIẾNG ANH QUA TÁC PHẨM VĂN HỌC –WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 3

WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 3 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 . | WUTHERING HEIGHTS ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 3 While leading the way upstairs she recommended that I should hide the candle and not make a noise for her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in and never let anybody lodge there willingly. I asked the reason. She did not know she answered she had only lived there a year or two and they had so many queer goings on she could not begin to be curious. Too stupefied to be curious myself I fastened my door and glanced round for the bed. The whole furniture consisted of a chair a clothes-press and a large oak case with squares cut out near the top resembling coach windows. Having approached this structure I looked inside and perceived it to be a singular sort of old- fashioned couch very conveniently designed to obviate the necessity for every member of the family having a room to himself. In fact it formed a little closet and the ledge of a window which it enclosed served as a table. I slid back the panelled sides got in with my light pulled them together again and felt secure against the vigilance of Heathcliff and every one else. The ledge where I placed my candle had a few mildewed books piled up in one corner and it was covered with writing scratched on the paint. This writing however was nothing but a name repeated in all kinds of characters large and small - Catherine Earnshaw here and there varied to Catherine Heathcliff and then again to Catherine Linton. In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw - Heathcliff - Linton till my eyes closed but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark as vivid as spectres - the air swarmed with Catherines and rousing myself to dispel the obtrusive name I discovered my candle-wick reclining on one of the antique volumes and perfuming the place with an odour of roasted calf-skin. I snuffed it off and very ill at ease under the influence of cold and .