THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 58 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 58 The Angel of Death Athos was at this part of his marvelous vision when the charm was suddenly broken by a great noise rising from the outward gates of the house. A horse was heard galloping over the hard gravel of the great alley and the sound of noisy and animated conversations ascended to the chamber in which the count was dreaming. Athos did not stir from the place he occupied he scarcely turned his head towards the door to ascertain the sooner what these noises could be. A heavy step ascended the stairs the horse which had recently galloped with such rapidity departed slowly towards the stables. Great hesitation appeared in the steps which by degrees approached the chamber of Athos. A door then was opened and Athos turning a little towards the part of the room the noise came from cried in a weak voice It is a courier from Africa is it not No Monsieur the Count replied a voice which made the father of Raoul start upright in his bed. Grimaud murmured he and the sweat began to pour down his cheeks. Grimaud appeared in the doorway. It was no longer the Grimaud we have seen still young with courage and devotion when he jumped the first into the boat which was to convey Raoul de Bragelonne to the vessels of the royal fleet. He was a stern and pale old man his clothes covered with dust his few scattered hairs whitened by old age. He trembled while leaning against the door-frame and was near falling on seeing by the light of the lamps the countenance of his master. These two men who had lived so long together in a community of intelligence and whose eyes accustomed to economize expressions knew how to say so many things silently- these two old friends one as noble as the other in heart if they were unequal in fortune and birth remained silent while looking at each other. By the exchange of a single glance they had just read to the bottom of each other s heart. Grimaud bore upon his countenance the impression of a .
