JANE EYRE CHARLOTTE BRONTE Chapter 1 Đây là một tác phẩm 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 . | JANE EYRE CHARLOTTE BRONTE Chapter 1 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering indeed in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning but since dinner Mrs. Reed when there was no company dined early the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre and a rain so penetrating that further out-door exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it I never liked long walks especially on chilly afternoons dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight with nipped fingers and toes and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie the nurse and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza John and Georgiana Reed. The said Eliza John and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside and with her darlings about her for the time neither quarrelling nor crying looked perfectly happy. Me she had dispensed from joining the group saying She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance but that until she heard from Bessie and could discover by her own observation that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition a more attractive and sprightly manner-- something lighter franker more natural as it were--she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented happy little children. What does Bessie say I have done I asked. Jane I don t like cavillers or questioners besides there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere and until you can speak pleasantly remain silent. A breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase I soon possessed myself of a volume taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat gathering up my feet I sat cross-legged like a Turk and having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close I was shrined in double retirement. Folds
