Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 14 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 . | Camille ALEXANDRE DUMAS FILS CHAPTER 14 When I reached home I began to cry like a child. There is no man to whom a woman has not been unfaithful once at least and who will not know what I suffered. I said to myself under the weight of these feverish resolutions which one always feels as if one had the force to carry out that I must break with my amour at once and I waited impatiently for daylight in order to set out forthwith to rejoin my father and my sister of whose love at least I was certain and certain that that love would never be betrayed. However I did not wish to go away without letting Marguerite know why I went. Only a man who really cares no more for his mistress leaves her without writing to her. I made and remade twenty letters in my head. I had had to do with a woman like all other women of the kind. I had been poetizing too much. She had treated me like a school-boy she had used in deceiving me a trick which was insultingly simple. My self-esteem got the upper hand. I must leave this woman without giving her the satisfaction of knowing that she had made me suffer and this is what I wrote to her in my most elegant handwriting and with tears of rage and sorrow in my eyes MY DEAR MARGUERITE -- I hope that your indisposition yesterday was not serious. I came at eleven at night to ask after you and was told that you had not come in. M. de G. was more fortunate for he presented himself shortly afterward and at four in the morning he had not left. Forgive me for the few tedious hours that I have given you and be assured that I shall never forget the happy moments which I owe to you. I should have called to-day to ask after you but I intend going back to my father s. Good-bye my dear Marguerite. I am not rich enough to love you as I would nor poor enough to love you as you would. Let us then forget you a name which must be indifferent enough to you I a happiness which has become impossible. I send back your key which I have never used and which might be .
