Fiction Book
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Hello. My name is Dylan. For this sample, I will be reading part off the Loss World by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Chapter one. There are heroism all around us, Mr Huntington. Her father really was the most tactless person on earth. Ah, Fluffy, feathery, untidy Kaka to of a man perfectly good natured, but absolutely centred upon his own silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father in law. I am convinced that he really believed in his heart, that I'd come round the chestnuts three days a week for the pleasure of his company. And very especially to hear his views upon bio metal is, um, a subject upon which he was by way of being in authority for an hour or more. That evening, I listened to his monotone iss chirp about bad money, driving out good and token value of silver and the depreciation of the rupee on the true standards of exchange. Suppose he cried with feeble violence that all the deaths in this world were called up simultaneously and immediate payment insisted upon what, under our present condition, would happen. Then I gave this self evident answer that I should be a ruined man upon which he jumped from his chair, reproved me from my habitual levity, which made impossible for him, discuss any reasonable subject in my pleasure and bounced off out of the room to dress from a sonic meeting. At last I was alone with Gladys, and the moment of fate had come all that evening. I had felt like the soldier who waits the signal, which will send him on a four long hope, hope of victory and fear of repulse. Alternating in his mind, she sat with that proud, delicate profile of hers outlined against the Red Curtain. How beautiful she waas and yet how it Luth. We had been friends, quite good friends, but never could I get beyond the same come comradeship, which I might have established with one of my fellow reporters upon the Gazette. Perfectly frank, perfectly fine and perfectly unsexy. Joel. My instincts are all against a woman being too frank Friend her ease with me. It is no compliment to a man where the rial sex feeling begins timidly and distraught Arts companions heritage for old wicked days when love and violence were often hand in hand, the bent head diverted. I, the flattering voice, the wincing figure. These and not the unsure, Inking gays and frank reply are the true signals of passion. Even in my short life, I had learned as much as that or had inherited it in that race memory, which we call instinct. Gladys was full of every womanly quality she judged. Some judged her to be cold and hard, But such a thought was treason that delicate bronze and skin, almost oriental in it's coloring. That raven hair, the large liquid eyes, the full but extensive lips, all the stigmata of passion were there. But I was sadly conscious that up to now I had never found the secret of drawing and forth, however, come what might I should have done with suspense and bring matters to a head tonight. She could but refuse me and better be repulsed lover than an accepted brother.