He_______smoking at last.A.gave upB.gave outC.gave inD.gave off
He_______smoking at last.
A.gave up
B.gave out
C.gave in
D.gave off
B.gave out
C.gave in
D.gave off
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It was getting dark.Some children and two Canadian women were still ___21___ on the ice near a big hotel. They were having a good time.Suddenly the ice broke. One water. The children shouted, “Help! Help!” They didn't know what to so. The two Canadian friends heard ___22___ and skated over to get the boy out of the water.The ice was thin. But they tried their best to ___23___ the little boy. They knew they must be quick. If the ice, he would soon die.Many people ran over to help.Some of them had ropes and poles. A young man jumped into the water to save the ___24___ people.The boy and the two Canadian women were out of water at last. One of the women didn't feel well. She was sent to the ___25___ at once. But she felt very happy because the boy was safe.21.A.saveB.hospitalC.threeD.skatingE.them22.A.saveB.hospitalC.threeD.skatingE.them23.A.saveB.hospitalC.threeD.skatingE.them24.A.saveB.hospitalC.threeD.skatingE.them25.A.saveB.hospitalC.threeD.skatingE.them
It was getting dark． Some children and two Canadian women were still skating near a big hotel． They (36) (have)a good time．A boy said to his friends，"I (37) (not skate) on a real lake so far．It's wonderful! Look! I (38) (fly)! "Suddenly the ice．broke． One of the boys fell into the water．The children shouted，"Help! Help!"They didn-t know what they (39) (do)．The two Canadian friends heard them and skated over to help the boy．The ice (40) (be) thin The two Canadians fell into the water，too． But they tried their best (41) (save) the litde boy． They knew they (42) (be) quick，or the boy would be frozen．Many guests from the hotel (43) (run) over to help． The boy and the two Canadian women were out of water at last． One of the women (44) (not feel) well． She (45) (send) to hospital at once． She felt happy because the boy was safe．36．_________
Text 2The real heroine of the novel stands at one remove to the narrative. On the face of it, readers are more likely to empathize with, and be curious about, the mysterious and resourceful slave, Sarah, who forms one point of an emotional triangle. Sarah is the property of Manon, and came with her to a failing Louisiana sugar plantation on her marriage to the good-for-nothing, bullying owner. But Manon’s husband is soon struck by Sarah, and the proof lies in their idiot small son, Walter.However, the reader is forced to see things through Manon’s eyes, not Sarah’s, and her consciousness is not a comfortable place to be. Never a please or a thank you passes her lips when talking to slaves, though manners is the order of the day in white society. Manon is enormously attracted by inter-racial marriage (for the place and time—the early 19th century—such a concern would not be unusual, but in her case it seems pathological). Walter, with “his father’s curly red hair and green eyes, his mother’s golden skin, her full, pushing-forward lips”, is the object of her especial hatred, but she chatters on about all the “dreadful mixed-blooded”, the objectionable “yellow” people.Beyond Manon’s polarized vision, we glimpse “free negros” and the emerging black middle-class. To Manon’s disgust, such people actually have self-respect. In New Orleans buying shoes, Manon is taken aback by the shopkeeper’s lack of desired respect. Mixed race prostitutes acquired the affections of male planters by giving them something mysterious their wives cannot often What that might be, and why wives can’t offer it too, are questions Manon can’t even ask, let alone answer.The first third of the book explores the uneasy and unsustainable peace between Manon, Sarah and the man always called just “my husband” or “he”. Against the background of violent slave revolts and equally savage revenges, it’s clear the peace cannot last. It’s part of the subtlety of this book that as the story develops and the inevitable explosion occurs, our view of all the characters swiftly changes. Sarah turns out to deserve all the suspicion Manon directs at her; at the point of death Manon’s husband displays an admirable toughness and courage; and Manon herself wins the reader’s reluctant admiration for her bravery, her endurance, and her total lack of self-pity.Perhaps the cruelest aspect of this society is the way it breaks down and distorts family affections. A slave’s baby is usually sold soon after birth; Sarah’s would-be husband, if he wants her, must buy her; and Manon herself, after all, is only the property of her husband.第26题：Which of the following reflects Manon’s attitude towards colored people?［A］ Sympathetic.［B］ Suspicious.［C］ Concerned.［D］ Disgusted.
The road was (enlarged )the year before the last. (为括号部分的单词选择相对应的构词法)A、DerivationB、ConversionC、BackformationD、Blending
It seems more than a week since he had been there last.() A.自从他上次到那儿以后，好像过了一个星期。B.他好像有一个多星期没去那儿了。C.他好像快一个星期没去那儿了。D.自从他上次去那儿以后，似乎还没一个星期。
Philip: Hello! Is that you, Tom?Tom: Yes, (56)Philip: I can't believe I (57) you at last. And what have you been doing?Tom: Yeah, I haven't been home a lot lately. And I've had a lot of work and social engagements. Oh,Philip, (58) to London?Philip: I just came back about a week ago, I (59) by phone several times, but you were not in.Tom: Sorry, Sorry. Did you have a nice holiday, then?Philip: Lovely. I went to Scotland and traveled around.Tom: (60) ! I need a holiday indeed.Philip: Well, I suppose so.Tom: Oh , somebody's at the door. I have to go. And I have to say " good-bye'. Nice talking to you.Philip: Same here, bye-bye.56.A. when did you get backB. What a surprise I gotC. How I admire youD. I am TomE. got hold ofF. got throughG. this is TomH. tried to contact you
Questions 105-109 refer to the following e-mail.To: Bertrand Fournier, Plant manager b_fournier@dawson.comFrom: John Reynolds, Industrial production manager j_reynolds@dawson.comRe: Valbonne, France plantDate: January 13Dear Mr. Fournier,Thank you for your e-mail requesting that our engineers from London examine your chocolate productiori plant in Valbonne again next month. All of us at Dawson corporate headquarters appre-ciate your factory's desire to manufacture the finest chocolate, and we want to provide a supportteam to ensure that this is possible. Before we schedule a trip for Edith Singh and Barry Weinstein to visit your plant again. I have a few questions in regard to the production problems you men-tioned. First, I was wondering when the refrigeration unit was inspected last. Some Dawson plants in Geneva and Warsaw recently reported problems with their refrigeration systems, so I suggest that the temperature of the refrigerators during the cooling phase be checked. Second, do you think it is necessary for Ms. Singh and Mr. Weinstein to stay in Valbonne an entire week?I believe their examination could be completed within two days.Please let me know your views on these issues. I look forward to hearing from you.Regards,John ReynoldsTo: John Reynolds, Industrial production manager j_reynolds@dawson.comFrom: Bertrand Fournier, Plant manager b_fournier@dawson.comRe: Valbonne, France plantDate: January 15Dear Mr. Reynolds,Thank you for your reply. In response to your questions, we have carefully examined all of our equipment and the entire production process, from the grinding of the cocoa beans to the pressing of the chocolate. The refrigerators are cooling the product at the appropriate temperature, but we are still producing chocolate that is too bitter. We believe the problem may be either in the grind-ing or roasting of the cocoa beans, but we need your engineers to verify our suspicion. As to the duration of the engineers' visit, you may be correct. They do not need to stay a week in Valbonne,but I would suggest they stay at least three days.Please confirm the dates of February 12～14 for their trip.Regards, Bertrand FournierWhy is Mr. Reynolds writing to Mr. Fournier?A.To request that Mr. Fournier visit LondonB.To clarify details of an upcoming tripC.To accept a position at Mr. Fournier's companyD.To express dissatisfaction with a recent plant inspection
共用题干To Have and Have NotIt had been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon.The road crew were playing a game with dollar notes.Folding them into small planes to see whose would fly the furthest.Having nothing better to do,I joined in and won five,and then took the opportunity to escape with my profit. Despite the evil-looking clouds,I had to get out for a while.I headed for a shop on the other side of the street. Unlike the others,it didn't have a sign shouting its name and business,and instead of the usual impersonal modern lighting,there was an appealing glow inside.Strangely nothing was displayed in the window.Not put off by this,I went inside.It took my breath away.I didn't know where to look,where to start. On one wall there hung three hand-stitched American quilts that were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly -made .I came across tin toys and antique furniture,and on the wall in front of me,a 1957 stratocaster guitar,also in excellent condition.A card pushed between the strings said $50.I ran my hand along a long shelf of records,reading their titles.And there was more..."Can I help you?"She startled me.I hadn't even seen the woman behind the counter come in.The way she looked at me,so directly and with such power. It was a look of such intensity that for a moment I felt as if I were wrapped in some kind of magnetic or electrical field.I found it hard to take and almost turned away.But though it was uncomfortable.I was fascinated by the experi- ence of her looking straight into me,and by the feeling that I was neither a stranger,nor strange, to her.Besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. It was impossible to tell her age.She reminded me faintly of my grandmother because,although her eyes were friendly.I could see that she was not a woman to fall out with .I spoke at last."I was just looking really",I said,though secretly wondering how much of the stuff I could cram into the bus.The woman turned away and went at once towards a back room,indicating that I should follow her. But it in no way lived up to the first room.The light made me feel peculiar,too.It came from an oil lamp that was hung from the centre of the ceiling and created huge shadows over eve-rything. There were no rare electric guitars,no old necklaces,no hand-painted boxes with deli-cate flowers.It was also obvious that it must have taken years,decades,to collect so much rub-bish,so many old documents arid papers.I noticed some old books,whose gold lettering had faded, making their titles impossible to read."they look interesting",I said,with some hesitation."To be able to understand that kind of writing you must first have had a similar experience",she said clearly.She noted the confused look on my face,but didn't add anything.She reached up for a small book which she handed to me."This is the best book I can give you at the moment",she laughed."If you use it."I opened the book to find it full,or rather empty,with blank white pages,but paid her the few dollars she asked for it,becoming embar-rassed when I realised the notes were still folded into little paper planes.I put the book in my pocket,thanked her and left. The writer wanted to leave the hotel,why?A: To enjoy the good weather.B: To have a change of scene.C: To spend all his winnings.D: To get away from the crew.
共用题干To Have and Have NotIt had been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon.The road crew were playing a game with dollar notes.Folding them into small planes to see whose would fly the furthest.Having nothing better to do,I joined in and won five,and then took the opportunity to escape with my profit. Despite the evil-looking clouds,I had to get out for a while.I headed for a shop on the other side of the street. Unlike the others,it didn't have a sign shouting its name and business,and instead of the usual impersonal modern lighting,there was an appealing glow inside.Strangely nothing was displayed in the window.Not put off by this,I went inside.It took my breath away.I didn't know where to look,where to start. On one wall there hung three hand-stitched American quilts that were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly -made .I came across tin toys and antique furniture,and on the wall in front of me,a 1957 stratocaster guitar,also in excellent condition.A card pushed between the strings said $50.I ran my hand along a long shelf of records,reading their titles.And there was more..."Can I help you?"She startled me.I hadn't even seen the woman behind the counter come in.The way she looked at me,so directly and with such power. It was a look of such intensity that for a moment I felt as if I were wrapped in some kind of magnetic or electrical field.I found it hard to take and almost turned away.But though it was uncomfortable.I was fascinated by the experi- ence of her looking straight into me,and by the feeling that I was neither a stranger,nor strange, to her.Besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. It was impossible to tell her age.She reminded me faintly of my grandmother because,although her eyes were friendly.I could see that she was not a woman to fall out with .I spoke at last."I was just looking really",I said,though secretly wondering how much of the stuff I could cram into the bus.The woman turned away and went at once towards a back room,indicating that I should follow her. But it in no way lived up to the first room.The light made me feel peculiar,too.It came from an oil lamp that was hung from the centre of the ceiling and created huge shadows over eve-rything. There were no rare electric guitars,no old necklaces,no hand-painted boxes with deli-cate flowers.It was also obvious that it must have taken years,decades,to collect so much rub-bish,so many old documents arid papers.I noticed some old books,whose gold lettering had faded, making their titles impossible to read."they look interesting",I said,with some hesitation."To be able to understand that kind of writing you must first have had a similar experience",she said clearly.She noted the confused look on my face,but didn't add anything.She reached up for a small book which she handed to me."This is the best book I can give you at the moment",she laughed."If you use it."I opened the book to find it full,or rather empty,with blank white pages,but paid her the few dollars she asked for it,becoming embar-rassed when I realised the notes were still folded into little paper planes.I put the book in my pocket,thanked her and left. What was unusual about the way the woman looked at him?A: It made him feel self-conscious.B: She was happy to stare at him.C: She seemed to know him well.D: It made him want to look away.
（）“我至少可以给您安排一个靠过道的座位。”的英文是“I can give you an aisle seat at last.”