JANE EYRE CHARLOTTE BRONTE Chapter 30 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 30 The more I knew of the inmates of Moor House the better I liked them. In a few days I had so far recovered my health that I could sit up all day and walk out sometimes. I could join with Diana and Mary in all their occupations converse with them as much as they wished and aid them when and where they would allow me. There was a reviving pleasure in this intercourse of a kind now tasted by me for the first time-the pleasure arising from perfect congeniality of tastes sentiments and principles. I liked to read what they liked to read what they enjoyed delighted me what they approved I reverenced. They loved their sequestered home. I too in the grey small antique structure with its low roof its latticed casements its mouldering walls its avenue of aged firs--all grown aslant under the stress of mountain winds its garden dark with yew and holly--and where no flowers but of the hardiest species would bloom--found a charm both potent and permanent. They clung to the purple moors behind and around their dwelling--to the hollow vale into which the pebbly bridle-path leading from their gate descended and which wound between fern- banks first and then amongst a few of the wildest little pasture- fields that ever bordered a wilderness of heath or gave sustenance to a flock of grey moorland sheep with their little mossy-faced lambs - they clung to this scene I say with a perfect enthusiasm of attachment. I could comprehend the feeling and share both its strength and truth. I saw the fascination of the locality. I felt the consecration of its loneliness my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep--on the wild colouring communicated to ridge and dell by moss by heath-bell by flower-sprinkled turf by brilliant bracken and mellow granite crag. These details were just to me what they were to them--so many pure and sweet sources of pleasure. The strong blast and the soft breeze the rough and the halcyon day the hours of sunrise and sunset .
