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Dipublikasikan oleh Cara Mudah belajar Bahasa Inggris

Sabtu, 13 Oktober 2012

Cerpen Bhs Inggris

Cerpen bhs Inggris, bisa kita temukan diberbagai literatur, baik itu cerpen tentang bercintaan, lagenda dan sebagainya. anda juga bisa menemukan cerpen bhs Inggris lewat inernet, salah satunya cerpen yang akan saya ulas di postingan kali ini.Ulasan kali ini akan membahas terkait dengan karya pengarang ternama yakni  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, dengan judul THE BOSCOMBE VALLEY MYSTERY. cerpen ini tidak akan saya tulis secara keseluruhan dalam postingan ini namun hanya sebagian saja, yang terpenting inti dari isi cerpen tersebut.



Cerpen karya Sir Arthur Conan Doyle yang ditulis dalam bhs Inggris ini menceritakan sebuah misteri yang terjadi didistrik Boscombe Valley, australia. dalam cerpen itu lebih mengangkat kasus pembunuhan seorang anak terhadap ayahnya, namun pengungkapan nya cukup sulit karena fakta-fakta lebih berbau misteri. Untuk kutipannya bisa anda baca dibawah ini, (Cerpen ini dalam Bhs Inggris):

  "These are young McCarthy's feet. Twice he was walking, and once he ran swiftly, so that the soles are deeply marked and the heels hardly visible. That bears out his story. He ran when he saw his father on the ground. Then here are the father's feet as he paced up and down. What is this, then? It is the butt-end of the gun as the son stood listening. And this? Ha, ha! What have we here?

Tiptoes! tiptoes! Square, too, quite unusual boots! They come, they go, they come again—of course that was for the cloak. Now where did they come from?" He ran up and down, sometimes losing, sometimes finding the track until we were well within the edge of the wood and under the shadow of a great beech, the largest tree in the neighborhood. Holmes traced his way to the farther side of this and lay down once more upon his face with a little cry of satisfaction. For a long time he remained there, turning over the leaves and dried sticks, gathering up what seemed to me to be dust into an envelope and examining with his lens not only the ground but even the bark of the tree as far as he could reach
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A jagged stone was lying among the moss, and this also he carefully examined and retained. Then he followed a pathway through the wood until he came to the highroad, where all traces were lost.  "It has been a case of considerable interest," he remarked, returning to his natural manner. "I fancy that this gray house on the right must be the lodge. I think that I will go in and have a word with Moran, and perhaps write a little note. Having done that, we may drive back to our luncheon. You may walk to the cab, and I shall be with you presently." It was about ten minutes before we regained our cab and drove back into Ross, Holmes still carrying with him the stone which he had picked up in the wood.      
 "This may interest you, Lestrade," he remarked, holding it out. "The murder was done with it."       "I see no marks."       "There are none."       "How do you know, then?"       "The grass was growing under it. It had only lain there a few days. There was no sign of a place whence it had been taken. It corresponds with the injuries. There is no sign of any other weapon."       "And the murderer?"       "Is a tall man, left-handed, limps with the right leg, wears thick-soled shooting-boots and a gray cloak, smokes Indian cigars, uses a cigar-holder, and carries a blunt pen-knife in his pocket. There are several other indications, but these may be enough to aid us in our search."       Lestrade laughed. "I am afraid that I am still a sceptic," he said. "Theories are all very well, but we have to deal with a hard-headed British jury."       "Nous verrons," answered Holmes calmly. "You work your own method, and I shall work mine. I shall be busy this afternoon, and shall probably return to London by the evening train."       "And leave your case unfinished?"       "No, finished."       "But the mystery?"       "It is solved."       "Who was the criminal, then?"       "The gentleman I describe."       "But who is he?"       "Surely it would not be difficult to find out. This is not such a populous neighborhood."       
Lestrade shrugged his shoulders. "I am a practical man," he said, "And I really cannot undertake to go about the country looking for a left-handed gentleman with a game leg. I should become the laughing-stock of Scotland Yard."       "All right," said Holmes quietly. "I have given you the chance. Here are your lodgings. Good-bye. I shall drop you a line before I leave."      
 Having left Lestrade at his rooms, we drove to our hotel, where we found lunch upon the table. Holmes was silent and buried in thought with a pained expression upon his face, as one who finds himself in a perplexing position. "Look here, Watson," he said when the cloth was cleared "just sit down in this chair and let me preach to you for a little. I don't know quite what to do, and I should value your advice. Light a cigar and let me expound." 

Oke, dari sedikit kutipan ini mungkin anda bisa mendapatkan hikmahnya atau bahkan tidak mengerti sama sekali, jika memang anda ingin membaca cerpen karya  
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle secara utuh silahkan anda kunjungi situs lokerseni.web.id, oke hanya itu saja yang bisa saya sampaikan untuk kali ini, mudah-mudahan bermanpaat. oya disana tulisannya secara keseluruhan ber bhs Inggris.

1 komentar:

  1. saya suka baca cerpen,,,tapi pada saat saya mencoba menulis sebuah cerpen sulit sekali... ini blog mantap...senang kenal dengan blog ini

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