دانلود رمان انگلیسی “چشم طوفان” – نسخه‌ای از غرور و تعصب

The wind roared as rain lashed against the windows. Darkness enveloped the mansion, broken only by the candle that flickered in her hand while the relentless storm raged outside. On one side, a row of windows trembled under the wind’s fierce assault; on the other, a line of armour stood like silent sentinels, casting ghostly shadows along the walls. A shiver ran through her entire body, and she raised the candle to see farther down the passage. Common sense urged her to retreat to the safety of her room, yet she stepped forward, curiosity and stubbornness outweighing her fears. She was Elizabeth Bennet, and her courage always rose in the face of intimidation. A flash of lightning split the darkness, flooding the gallery with blinding white light. The glow lingered for several heartbeats before a deafening rumble of thunder rattled the armour. As the brilliance faded, another sight emerged: a man’s figure silhouetted against the wall. She was not alone. Elizabeth woke with a start, her heart pounding as the dream clung to her mind, unsettling and vivid. Sunlight streamed through the carriage window and bathed the windswept Welsh landscape in a golden glow. Was it noon already? The journey had stretched for so long she had lost the sense of time. For the last five days, she had been travelling with Sir William Lucas and his daughter Maria, bound for the coast of Ceredigion. From there, they would set sail for Rosings Island, where her dear friend Charlotte had settled after marrying Mr. Collins. “At last, you are awake, Lizzy,” Maria said, her face bright. “You missed the village we just passed—it was so lovely! I thought of waking you, but Papa said I should let you rest.”