tailieunhanh - Tài liệu LUYỆN ĐỌC TIẾNG ANH QUA CÁC TÁC PHẨM VĂN HỌC –WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 23

WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 23 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 23 The rainy night had ushered in a misty morning - half frost half drizzle - and temporary brooks crossed our path - gurgling from the uplands. My feet were thoroughly wetted I was cross and low exactly the humour suited for making the most of these disagreeable things. We entered the farm-house by the kitchen way to ascertain whether Mr. Heathcliff were really absent because I put slight faith in his own affirmation. Joseph seemed sitting in a sort of elysium alone beside a roaring fire a quart of ale on the table near him bristling with large pieces of toasted oat-cake and his black short pipe in his mouth. Catherine ran to the hearth to warm herself. I asked if the master was in My question remained so long unanswered that I thought the old man had grown deaf and repeated it louder. Na - ay he snarled or rather screamed through his nose. Na - ay yah muh goa back whear yah coom frough. Joseph cried a peevish voice simultaneously with me from the inner room. How often am I to call you There are only a few red ashes now. Joseph come this moment. Vigorous puffs and a resolute stare into the grate declared he had no ear for this appeal. The housekeeper and Hareton were invisible one gone on an errand and the other at his work probably. We knew Linton s tones and entered. Oh I hope you ll die in a garret starved to death said the boy mistaking our approach for that of his negligent attendant. He stopped on observing his error his cousin flew to him. Is that you Miss Linton he said raising his head from the arm of the great chair in which he reclined. No - don t kiss me it takes my breath. Dear me Papa said you would call continued he after recovering a little from Catherine s embrace while she stood by looking very contrite. Will you shut the door if you please you left it open and those - those detestable creatures won t bring coals to the fire. It s so cold I stirred up the cinders and fetched a scuttleful myself. .