THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 1 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 VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 1 You hear me Saxon Come on along. What if it is the Bricklayers I ll have gentlemen friends there and so ll you. The Al Vista band ll be along an you know it plays heavenly. An you just love dancin --- Twenty feet away a stout elderly woman interrupted the girl s persuasions. The elderly woman s back was turned and the back-loose bulging and misshapen--began a convulsive heaving. Gawd she cried out. O Gawd She flung wild glances like those of an entrapped animal up and down the big whitewashed room that panted with heat and that was thickly humid with the steam that sizzled from the damp cloth under the irons of the many ironers. From the girls and women near her all swinging irons steadily but at high pace came quick glances and labor efficiency suffered to the extent of a score of suspended or inadequate movements. The elderly woman s cry had caused a tremor of moneyloss to pass among the piece-work ironers of fancy starch. She gripped herself and her iron with a visible effort and dabbed futilely at the frail frilled garment on the board under her hand. I thought she d got em again--didn t you the girl said. It s a shame a women of her age and . . . condition Saxon answered as she frilled a lace ruffle with a hot fluting-iron. Her movements were delicate safe and swift and though her face was wan with fatigue and exhausting heat there was no slackening in her pace. An her with seven an two of em in reform school the girl at the next board sniffed sympathetic agreement. But you just got to come to Weasel Park tomorrow Saxon. The Bricklayers is always lively--tugs-of-war fat-man races real Irish jiggin an . . . an everything. An The floor of the pavilion s swell. But the elderly woman brought another interruption. She dropped her iron on the shirtwaist clutched at the board fumbled it caved in at the knees and hips and like a half-empty sack collapsed on the floor her long shriek rising in the pent room to the .
