THE LITTLE PRINCESS -công chúa nhỏ Chapter 13 Đây là câu truyện anh ngữ với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc ngoại ngữ này. | THE LITTLE PRINCESS Chapter 13 13. One of the Populace The winter was a wretched one. There were days on which Sara tramped through snow when she went on her errands there were worse days when the snow melted and combined itself with mud to form slush there were others when the fog was so thick that the lamps in the street were lighted all day and London looked as it had looked the afternoon several years ago when the cab had driven through the thoroughfares with Sara tucked up on its seat leaning against her father s shoulder. On such days the windows of the house of the Large Family always looked delightfully cozy and alluring and the study in which the Indian gentleman sat glowed with warmth and rich color. But the attic was dismal beyond words. There were no longer sunsets or sunrises to look at and scarcely ever any stars it seemed to Sara. The clouds hung low over the skylight and were either gray or mud-color or dropping heavy rain. At four o clock in the afternoon even when there was no special fog the daylight was at an end. If it was necessary to go to her attic for anything Sara was obliged to light a candle. The women in the kitchen were depressed and that made them more ill-tempered than ever. Becky was driven like a little slave. Twarn t for you miss she said hoarsely to Sara one night when she had crept into the attic-- twarn t for you an the Bastille an bein the prisoner in the next cell I should die. That there does seem real now doesn t it The missus is more like the head jailer every day she lives. I can jest see them big keys you say she carries. The cook she s like one of the under-jailers. Tell me some more please miss--tell me about the subt ranean passage we ve dug under the walls. I ll tell you something warmer shivered Sara. Get your coverlet and wrap it round you and I ll get mine and we will huddle close together on the bed and I ll tell you about the tropical forest where the Indian gentleman s monkey used to live. When I see him .
