THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 61 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 COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 61 How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His Peaches. Not on the same night as he had intended but the next morning the Count of Monte Cristo went out by the Barrier d Enfer taking the road to Orleans. Leaving the village of Linas without stopping at the telegraph which flourished its great bony arms as he passed the count reached the tower of Montlhery situated as every one knows upon the highest point of the plain of that name. At the foot of the hill the count dismounted and began to ascend by a little winding path about eighteen inches wide when he reached the summit he found himself stopped by a hedge upon which green fruit had succeeded to red and white flowers. Monte Cristo looked for the entrance to the enclosure and was not long in finding a little wooden gate working on willow hinges and fastened with a nail and string. The count soon mastered the mechanism the gate opened and he then found himself in a little garden about twenty feet long by twelve wide bounded on one side by part of the hedge which contained the ingenious contrivance we have called a gate and on the other by the old tower covered with ivy and studded with wall-flowers. No one would have thought in looking at this old weather-beaten floral-decked tower which might be likened to an elderly dame dressed up to receive her grandchildren at a birthday feast that it would have been capable of telling strange things if -- in addition to the menacing ears which the proverb says all walls are provided with -- it had also a voice. The garden was crossed by a path of red gravel edged by a border of thick box of many years growth and of a tone and color that would have delighted the heart of Delacroix our modern Rubens. This path was formed in the shape of the figure of 8 thus in its windings making a walk of sixty feet in a garden of only twenty. Never had Flora the fresh and smiling goddess of gardeners been honored with a purer or .
