SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY Seats Of The Haughty Đây là một serries truyện ngắn anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh | SHORT STORY BY O HENRY Seats Of The Haughty Golden by day and silver by night a new trail now leads to us across the Indian Ocean. Dusky kings and princes have found our Bombay of the West and few be their trails that do not lead down to Broadway on their journey for to admire and for to see. If chance should ever lead you near a hotel that transiently shelters some one of these splendid touring grandees I counsel you to seek Lucullus Polk among the republican tuft-hunters that besiege its entrances. He will be there. You will know him by his red alert Wellington-nosed face by his manner of nervous caution mingled with determination by his assumed promoter s or broker s air of busy impatience and by his bright-red necktie gallantly redressing the wrongs of his maltreated blue serge suit like a battle standard still waving above a lost cause. I found him profitable and so may you. When you do look for him look among the light-horse troop of Bedouins that besiege the picket-line of the travelling potentate s guards and secretaries--among the wild-eyed genii of Arabian Afternoons that gather to make astounding and egregrious demands upon the prince s coffers. I first saw Mr. Polk coming down the steps of the hotel at which sojourned His Highness the Gaekwar of Baroda most enlightened of the Mahratta princes who of late ate bread and salt in our Metropolis of the Occident. Lucullus moved rapidly as though propelled by some potent moral force that imminently threatened to become physical. Behind him closely followed the impetus--a hotel detective if ever white Alpine hat hawk s nose implacable watch chain and loud refinement of manner spoke the truth. A brace of uniformed porters at his heels preserved the smooth decorum of the hotel repudiating by their air of disengagement any suspicion that they formed a reserve squad of ejectment. Safe on the sidewalk Lucullus Polk turned and shook a freckled fist at the caravansary. And to my joy he began to breathe deep invective
