Evening and quiet: a bird trills in the poplar trees behind the house with the dark green door across the road. 5 into the sky, the red earthenware and the galvanised iron chimneys thrust their cowls. the hoot of the steamers on the thames is plain. no wind; 10 the trees merge, green with green; a car whirs by; footsteps and voices take their pitch in the key of dusk, far-off and near, subdued. 15 solid and square to the world the houses stand, their windows blocked with venetian blinds. nothing will move them. 2 how does the author use setting to convey a sense of isolation from others? a. by describing the evening as quiet b. by describing the greenness of the trees c. by describing how the houses act as barricades d. by describing how the chimneys rise into the sky

op: object of preposition

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the answer is subjective. i personally agree with the first answer for this question.

if one isn't strictly talking about objects then the correct answer would be 'my eyes' since according to this riddle i am asleep and in order to answer/open the door i need to open my eyes first of all.

however, if one is specifically looking for an object, then the first thing i would open would be the door

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it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.