Ban goc (Tiếng Anh)

CHAPTER LXIX.     Oh, the steward, the steward: I might have guessed as much.                                          Tales of the Crusaders. The evening was already beginning to close, and Clarence was yet wandering in the park, and retracing, with his heart's eye, each knoll and tree and tuft once so familiar to his wanderings. At the time we shall again bring him personally before the reader, he was leaning against an iron fence that, running along the left wing of the hous