EMMANUEL'S BLOG

We present the short story "A White Heron" by Sarah Orne Jewett. Dona de Sanctis composed this adaptation for VOA Learning English. Your storyteller is Kay Gallant. The timberland was brimming with shadows as a young lady rushed through it one summer evening in June. It was at that point at 8 o'clock, and Sylvie thought about whether her grandma would be furious with her for being so late. Each night Sylvie went out at 5:30 to bring their dairy animals home. The old creature went through her outings in the open nation eating sweet grass. It was Sylvie's business to bring her home to be drained. At the point when the bovine heard Sylvie's voice calling her, she would tuck away among the hedges. Tonight it had taken Sylvie longer than expected to discover her dairy animals. The youngster rushed the cow through the dull timberland, following a transparent way that prompted her grandma's home. The dairy animals ceased at a little stream to drink. As Sy...

As I finished the last piece of my story, I was talking about that terrible night when I played cards with a youthful refined man called Glendinning. We were in the room of one of my companions at Oxford University. I had recently understood that the young fellow, frail of the psyche and debilitated by wine, had enabled me to win from him all that he claimed. I was all the while endeavouring to choose what I ought to do, when, as I said… The wide, overwhelming entryways of the room were all of a sudden opened. Each light in the room went out; yet I had seen that an outsider had entered; he was about my very own tallness, and he was wearing a fine, long coat. The murkiness, notwithstanding, was currently finished; and we could just feel that he was remaining among us. At that point, we heard him talk. In a delicate, low, and never-to-be-overlooked voice, which I felt somewhere down in my heart, he stated: "Men of their word, I am here just to carry out my responsibility. Y...

In the prison shoe-shop, Jimmy Valentine was busily at work making shoes. A prison officer came into the shop and led Jimmy to the prison office. There Jimmy was given an important paper. It said that he was free. Jimmy took the paper without showing much pleasure or interest. He had been sent to prison to stay for four years. He had been there for ten months. But he had expected to stay only three months. Jimmy Valentine had many friends outside the prison. A man with so many friends does not expect to stay in prison long. “Valentine,” said the chief prison officer, “you’ll go out tomorrow morning. This is your chance. Make a man of yourself. You’re not a bad fellow at heart. Stop breaking safes open, and live a better life.” “Me?” said Jimmy in surprise. “I never broke open a safe in my life.” “Oh, no,” the chief prison officer laughed. “Never. Let’s see. How did you happen to get sent to prison for opening that safe in Springfield? Was it because you didn’t want to tell ...