Night and Day Virginia Woolf Chapter 17 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 . | Night and Day Virginia Woolf Chapter 17 When the sun shone as it did with unusual brightness that Christmas week it revealed much that was faded and not altogether well-kept-up in Stogdon House and its grounds. In truth Sir Francis had retired from service under the Government of India with a pension that was not adequate in his opinion to his services as it certainly was not adequate to his ambitions. His career had not come up to his expectations and although he was a very fine white-whiskered mahogany-colored old man to look at and had laid down a very choice cellar of good reading and good stories you could not long remain ignorant of the fact that some thunder-storm had soured them he had a grievance. This grievance dated back to the middle years of the last century when owing to some official intrigue his merits had been passed over in a disgraceful manner in favor of another his junior. The rights and wrongs of the story presuming that they had some existence in fact were no longer clearly known to his wife and children but this disappointment had played a very large part in their lives and had poisoned the life of Sir Francis much as a disappointment in love is said to poison the whole life of a woman. Long brooding on his failure continual arrangement and rearrangement of his deserts and rebuffs had made Sir Francis much of an egoist and in his retirement his temper became increasingly difficult and exacting. His wife now offered so little resistance to his moods that she was practically useless to him. He made his daughter Eleanor into his chief confidante and the prime of her life was being rapidly consumed by her father. To her he dictated the memoirs which were to avenge his memory and she had to assure him constantly that his treatment had been a disgrace. Already at the age of thirty-five her cheeks were whitening as her mother s had whitened but for her there would be no memories of Indian suns and Indian rivers and clamor of children in a nursery .
