THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 16 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 16 Jealousy The torches to which we have just referred the eager attention which every one displayed and the new ovation paid to the King by Fouquet arrived in time to suspend the effect of a resolution which La Valliere had already considerably shaken in Louis XlV s heart. He looked at Fouquet with a feeling almost of gratitude for having given La Valliere an opportunity of showing herself so generously disposed so powerful in the influence she exercised over his heart. The moment of the last and greatest display had arrived. Hardly had Fouquet conducted the King towards the château when a mass of fire burst from the dome of Vaux with a prodigious uproar pouring a flood of dazzling light on every side and illumining the remotest corners of the gardens. The fireworks began. Colbert at twenty paces from the King who was surrounded and feted by the masters of Vaux seemed by the obstinate persistence of his gloomy thoughts to do his utmost to recall Louis s attention which the magnificence of the spectacle was already in his opinion too easily diverting. Suddenly just as Louis was on the point of holding his hand out to Fouquet he perceived in it the paper which as he believed La Valliere had dropped at his feet as she hurried away. The still stronger magnet of love drew the young King s attention to the souvenir of his idol and by the brilliant light which increased momentarily in beauty and drew forth from the neighboring villages loud exclamations of admiration the King read the letter which he supposed was a loving and tender epistle that La Valliere had destined for him. But as he read it a deathlike pallor stole over his face and an expression of deep-seated wrath illumined by the many-colored fires produced a terrible spectacle which every one would have shuddered at could they only have read his heart which was torn by the most stormy passions. For him there was no more truce with jealousy and rage. From the .
