Read the excerpt from the monsters are due on maple street. woman one (a little reluctantly) well . . sometimes i go to bed late at night. a couple of times . . a couple of times i'd come out on the porch and i'd see mr. goodman here in the wee hours of the morning standing out in front of his house . . looking up at the sky. (she looks around the circle of faces.) that's right looking up at the sky as if . . as if he were waiting for something. (a pause) as if he were looking for something. there's a murmur of reaction from the crowd again. how does woman one’s claim about les goodman affect other elements in the story? the neighbors become more sympathetic toward les goodman. the neighbors become even more suspicious of les goodman. the neighbors become less frightened of les goodman. the neighbors become more protective of les goodman.

Choose the letter of the word that most clearly expresses the tone in each passage. if you are unfamiliar with any of the words, look them up before you select the correct answer. we have come together this afternoon to mourn the deaths of sixteen miners—our friends and neighbors—who were trapped by fire yesterday, deep below the earth. they lived bravely and they died too soon, leaving behind grieving wives and bewildered children. we bid them a final farewell. question 1 options: forgiving sorrowful angry amused

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Read the excerpt from "the love song of j. alfred prufrock." let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: how is this excerpt an example of dramatic monologue? the narrator is using long, interconnected sentences. the narrator is able to see into two character's heads. the narrator is addressing the audience directly. the narrator is jumping from one topic to the next topic