Which is the best revision of the sentence? the lawyer presented a clear argument to the jury (it was unbelievable how influenced they were by his case) in hope of winning the trial the lawyer presented a clear argument to the juryit was unbelievable how influenced they were by his casein hope of winning the trial the lawyer presented a clear argument to the jury, it was unbelievable how influenced they were by his case, in hope of winning the trial no change

Are these any instance when you misbehaved online? how do you think should you behave now that you have learned netiquette and proper behaviour on the world wide web?

Pl i ben trying and trying but i still cant get it. you are to write a five paragraph literary essay based on one of the 4 prompts and what you have read and learned in this module. these are your options: 1. how do the events of "the white umbrella" teach the narrator a lesson about shame and acceptance? 2. what role does creativity play in "the bat-poet"? 3. how does the character of squeaky change over the course of "raymond's run"? 4. discuss the influences of older family members on the protagonists and speakers in the stories and poems of this unit. you are to write a five paragraph literary essay based on what you have read and learned in this module. your final submission should meet the following requirements. • submit completed pre-writing and outline documents. • write an essay that contains an introduction with hook and thesis statement, supporting paragraphs with evidence and at least one quotation, and a conclusion that restates the thesis and reviews main points. • use transitions appropriate to the pattern of organization. • use vocabulary to create tone and voice. • cite primary source (quotation). • submit completed revision checklist. • vary sentence structure. • create sentences with parallel structures. • use technology in the writing process.

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