The little girlgrasped her mother's hand as she crossed the street.A: understoodB: had a hold over C: took hold ofD: left hold of
The little girlgrasped her mother's hand as she crossed the street.
A: understood
B: had a hold over
C: took hold of
D: left hold of
B: had a hold over
C: took hold of
D: left hold of
参考解析
解析：句意：过马路时，这个小女孩抓住她妈妈的手。句中的grasp意为“抓住”。 C . takehold of意为“抓住，控制住”，与grasp意思相近；A. understand意为“懂得，理解”。grasp也有“懂得”的意思，但在该句中不是这个意思；B . have a hold over意为“控制，对……有影响”; D. leave hold of意为“放开”。
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