WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 17 (P2) 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 17 P2 He shook me till my teeth rattled and pitched me beside Joseph who steadily concluded his supplications and then rose vowing he would set off for the Grange directly. Mr. Linton was a magistrate and though he had fifty wives dead he should inquire into this. He was so obstinate in his resolution that Heathcliff deemed it expedient to compel from my lips a recapitulation of what had taken place standing over me heaving with malevolence as I reluctantly delivered the account in answer to his questions. It required a great deal of labour to satisfy the old man that Heathcliff was not the aggressor especially with my hardly-wrung replies. However Mr. Earnshaw soon convinced him that he was alive still Joseph hastened to administer a dose of spirits and by their succour his master presently regained motion and consciousness. Heathcliff aware that his opponent was ignorant of the treatment received while insensible called him deliriously intoxicated and said he should not notice his atrocious conduct further but advised him to get to bed. To my joy he left us after giving this judicious counsel and Hindley stretched himself on the hearthstone. I departed to my own room marvelling that I had escaped so easily. This morning when I came down about half an hour before noon Mr. Earnshaw was sitting by the fire deadly sick his evil genius almost as gaunt and ghastly leant against the chimney. Neither appeared inclined to dine and having waited till all was cold on the table I commenced alone. Nothing hindered me from eating heartily and I experienced a certain sense of satisfaction and superiority as at intervals I cast a look towards my silent companions and felt the comfort of a quiet conscience within me. After I had done I ventured on the unusual liberty of drawing near the fire going round Earnshaw s seat and kneeling in the corner beside him. Heathcliff did not glance my way and I gazed up and contemplated his .
