[Lady Bracknell.] I had better ask you if Miss Cardew has any little fortune?

Jack. Oh! about a hundred and thirty thousand pounds in the Funds. That is all. Goodbye, Lady Bracknell. So pleased to have seen you.

Lady Bracknell. [Sitting down again.] A moment, Mr. Worthing. A hundred and thirty thousand pounds! And in the Funds! Miss Cardew seems to me a most attractive young lady, now that I look at her.

–The Importance of Being Earnest,

Oscar Wilde

What does this passage convey about Lady Bracknell’s values?

She cares only about a person’s physical appearances.

She does not believe in keeping money in a bank.

She is deeply concerned with a person’s inner characte

Read the excerpt from "the blackfeet creation." how do readers know that this excerpt is from a myth? the excerpt describes an animal called a muskrat. the excerpt describes old man drying the mud. the excerpt describes old man scattering mud over water. the excerpt describes how muskrat create land.

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