WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 2 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 . | WUTHERING HEIGHTS ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 2 Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights. On coming up from dinner however . - I dine between twelve and one o clock the housekeeper a matronly lady taken as a fixture along with the house could not or would not comprehend my request that I might be served at five - on mounting the stairs with this lazy intention and stepping into the room I saw a servant-girl on her knees surrounded by brushes and coal-scuttles and raising an infernal dust as she extinguished the flames with heaps of cinders. This spectacle drove me back immediately I took my hat and after a four-miles walk arrived at Heathcliffs garden-gate just in time to escape the first feathery flakes of a snow-shower. On that bleak hill-top the earth was hard with a black frost and the air made me shiver through every limb. Being unable to remove the chain I jumped over and running up the flagged causeway bordered with straggling gooseberrybushes knocked vainly for admittance till my knuckles tingled and the dogs howled. Wretched inmates I ejaculated mentally you deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your churlish inhospitality. At least I would not keep my doors barred in the day-time. I don t care - I will get in So resolved I grasped the latch and shook it vehemently. Vinegar-faced Joseph projected his head from a round window of the barn. What are ye for he shouted. T maister s down i t fowld. Go round by th end o t laith if ye went to spake to him. Is there nobody inside to open the door I hallooed responsively. There s nobbut t missis and shoo ll not oppen t an ye mak yer flaysome dins till neeght. Why Cannot you tell her whom I am eh Joseph Nor-ne me I ll hae no hend wi t muttered the head vanishing. The snow began to drive thickly. I seized the handle to essay another trial when a young man without coat and shouldering a .
