THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 50 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 MAN IN THE IRON MASK ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 50 The Death of a Titan At the moment when Porthos more accustomed to the darkness than all these men coming from open daylight was looking round him to see if in this night Aramis were not making him some signal he felt his arm gently touched and a voice low as a breath murmured in his ear Come. Oh said Porthos. Hush hush said Aramis still more softly. And amid the noise of the third brigade which continued to advance amid the imprecations of the guards left alive of the dying breathing their last sigh Aramis and Porthos glided imperceptibly along the granite walls of the cavern. Aramis led Porthos into the last compartment but one and showed him in a hollow of the rocky wall a barrel of powder weighing from seventy to eighty pounds to which he had just attached a match. My friend said he to Porthos you will take this barrel the match of which I am going to set fire to and throw it amid our enemies can you do so Parbleu replied Porthos and he lifted the barrel with one hand. Light it Stop said Aramis till they are all massed together and then my Jupiter hurl your thunderbolt among them. Light it repeated Porthos. On my part continued Aramis I will join our Bretons help them to get the canoe to the sea and will wait for you on the shore. Throw your barrel strongly and hasten to us. Light it said Porthos a third time. But do you understand me Parbleu said Porthos with laughter that he did not even attempt to restrain when a thing is explained to me I understand it. Go and give me the light. Aramis gave the burning match to Porthos who held out his arm to him to press his hands being engaged. Aramis pressed the arm of Porthos with both his hands and fell back to the outlet of the cavern where the three rowers awaited him. Porthos left alone applied the spark bravely to the match. The spark- a feeble spark first principle of a conflagration- shone in the darkness like a firefly then was deadened against the match which
