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There are five people at our table, including myself. I've already learnt a great deal about them in the short time. We have been at sea, although we rarely meet except at meal times. First of all, there is Dr. Stone, my favourite, I must confess. He is a man of about sixty five, with grey hair and a humorous face. He gave up his practice a short while ago and is now travelling round the world before he retires to some quiet country village. During the day, he sits on the deck reading or else gazes out to sea through an old fashioned telescope.

Then there is "grandmother". I call her that because I cannot recall her name. In spite of, being a grandmother, she looks remarkably young, not more than forty five. She is on her way to visit a daughter who emigrated to Australia some years ago. Naturally she is very excited at the thought of seeing her again and her three grand children whom she has never seen.

Then there is a man I do not care for very much, engineer by the name of Barb. He has been on leave in England and is now returning to his work in Singapore. He seems to be full of energy; he swims or plays tennis, the best part of the day. I have never in my life met a man with such a loud laugh.

The other person who sits at our table is Mrs. Hunt. I have found out hardly anything about her. She is extremely quiet and rarely talks, except to consult the doctor about her children's various ailments. She is on her way to join her husband in India.

Instruction:- Read the passage carefully and answer the questions that follow:

There are five people at our table, including myself. I've already learnt a great deal about them in the short time. We have been at sea, although we rarely meet except at meal times. First of all, there is Dr. Stone, my favourite, I must confess. He is a man of about sixty five, with grey hair and a humorous face. He gave up his practice a short while ago and is now travelling round the world before he retires to some quiet country village. During the day, he sits on the deck reading or else gazes out to sea through an old fashioned telescope.

Then there is "grandmother". I call her that because I cannot recall her name. In spite of, being a grandmother, she looks remarkably young, not more than forty five. She is on her way to visit a daughter who emigrated to Australia some years ago. Naturally she is very excited at the thought of seeing her again and her three grand children whom she has never seen.

Then there is a man I do not care for very much, engineer by the name of Barb. He has been on leave in England and is now returning to his work in Singapore. He seems to be full of energy; he swims or plays tennis, the best part of the day. I have never in my life met a man with such a loud laugh.

The other person who sits at our table is Mrs. Hunt. I have found out hardly anything about her. She is extremely quiet and rarely talks, except to consult the doctor about her children's various ailments. She is on her way to join her husband in India.

Instruction:- Read the passage carefully and answer the questions that follow:

There are five people at our table, including myself. I've already learnt a great deal about them in the short time. We have been at sea, although we rarely meet except at meal times. First of all, there is Dr. Stone, my favourite, I must confess. He is a man of about sixty five, with grey hair and a humorous face. He gave up his practice a short while ago and is now travelling round the world before he retires to some quiet country village. During the day, he sits on the deck reading or else gazes out to sea through an old fashioned telescope.

Then there is "grandmother". I call her that because I cannot recall her name. In spite of, being a grandmother, she looks remarkably young, not more than forty five. She is on her way to visit a daughter who emigrated to Australia some years ago. Naturally she is very excited at the thought of seeing her again and her three grand children whom she has never seen.

Then there is a man I do not care for very much, engineer by the name of Barb. He has been on leave in England and is now returning to his work in Singapore. He seems to be full of energy; he swims or plays tennis, the best part of the day. I have never in my life met a man with such a loud laugh.

The other person who sits at our table is Mrs. Hunt. I have found out hardly anything about her. She is extremely quiet and rarely talks, except to consult the doctor about her children's various ailments. She is on her way to join her husband in India.

Instruction:- Read the passage carefully and answer the questions that follow:

There are five people at our table, including myself. I've already learnt a great deal about them in the short time. We have been at sea, although we rarely meet except at meal times. First of all, there is Dr. Stone, my favourite, I must confess. He is a man of about sixty five, with grey hair and a humorous face. He gave up his practice a short while ago and is now travelling round the world before he retires to some quiet country village. During the day, he sits on the deck reading or else gazes out to sea through an old fashioned telescope.

Then there is "grandmother". I call her that because I cannot recall her name. In spite of, being a grandmother, she looks remarkably young, not more than forty five. She is on her way to visit a daughter who emigrated to Australia some years ago. Naturally she is very excited at the thought of seeing her again and her three grand children whom she has never seen.

Then there is a man I do not care for very much, engineer by the name of Barb. He has been on leave in England and is now returning to his work in Singapore. He seems to be full of energy; he swims or plays tennis, the best part of the day. I have never in my life met a man with such a loud laugh.

The other person who sits at our table is Mrs. Hunt. I have found out hardly anything about her. She is extremely quiet and rarely talks, except to consult the doctor about her children's various ailments. She is on her way to join her husband in India.

Instruction:- Read the passage carefully and answer the questions that follow:

There are five people at our table, including myself. I've already learnt a great deal about them in the short time. We have been at sea, although we rarely meet except at meal times. First of all, there is Dr. Stone, my favourite, I must confess. He is a man of about sixty five, with grey hair and a humorous face. He gave up his practice a short while ago and is now travelling round the world before he retires to some quiet country village. During the day, he sits on the deck reading or else gazes out to sea through an old fashioned telescope.

Then there is "grandmother". I call her that because I cannot recall her name. In spite of, being a grandmother, she looks remarkably young, not more than forty five. She is on her way to visit a daughter who emigrated to Australia some years ago. Naturally she is very excited at the thought of seeing her again and her three grand children whom she has never seen.

Then there is a man I do not care for very much, engineer by the name of Barb. He has been on leave in England and is now returning to his work in Singapore. He seems to be full of energy; he swims or plays tennis, the best part of the day. I have never in my life met a man with such a loud laugh.

The other person who sits at our table is Mrs. Hunt. I have found out hardly anything about her. She is extremely quiet and rarely talks, except to consult the doctor about her children's various ailments. She is on her way to join her husband in India.

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Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange, jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream. Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep. There he sat, with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face, I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery, and masterful men. There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes. If on that forbidding moor a difficult and dangerous quest should lie before us, this was at least a comrade for whom one might venture to take a risk with the certainty that he would bravely share it.

The train pulled up at a small wayside station and we all descended. Outside, beyond the low, white fence, a wagon was waiting. Our coming was evidently a great event, for station-master and porters clustered around us to carry out our luggage. It was a sweet, simple country spot, but I was surprised to observe that by the gate there stood two soldierly men in dark uniforms who leaned upon their short rifles and glanced keenly at us as we passed. The coachman, a hard-faced, gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Baskerville, and in a few minutes, we were flying swiftly down the broad, white road. Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.

Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow.

Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange, jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream. Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep. There he sat, with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face, I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery, and masterful men. There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes. If on that forbidding moor a difficult and dangerous quest should lie before us, this was at least a comrade for whom one might venture to take a risk with the certainty that he would bravely share it.

The train pulled up at a small wayside station and we all descended. Outside, beyond the low, white fence, a wagon was waiting. Our coming was evidently a great event, for station-master and porters clustered around us to carry out our luggage. It was a sweet, simple country spot, but I was surprised to observe that by the gate there stood two soldierly men in dark uniforms who leaned upon their short rifles and glanced keenly at us as we passed. The coachman, a hard-faced, gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Baskerville, and in a few minutes, we were flying swiftly down the broad, white road. Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.

Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow.

Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange, jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream. Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep. There he sat, with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face, I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery, and masterful men. There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes. If on that forbidding moor a difficult and dangerous quest should lie before us, this was at least a comrade for whom one might venture to take a risk with the certainty that he would bravely share it.

The train pulled up at a small wayside station and we all descended. Outside, beyond the low, white fence, a wagon was waiting. Our coming was evidently a great event, for station-master and porters clustered around us to carry out our luggage. It was a sweet, simple country spot, but I was surprised to observe that by the gate there stood two soldierly men in dark uniforms who leaned upon their short rifles and glanced keenly at us as we passed. The coachman, a hard-faced, gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Baskerville, and in a few minutes, we were flying swiftly down the broad, white road. Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.

Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow.

Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange, jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream. Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep. There he sat, with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face, I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery, and masterful men. There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes. If on that forbidding moor a difficult and dangerous quest should lie before us, this was at least a comrade for whom one might venture to take a risk with the certainty that he would bravely share it.

The train pulled up at a small wayside station and we all descended. Outside, beyond the low, white fence, a wagon was waiting. Our coming was evidently a great event, for station-master and porters clustered around us to carry out our luggage. It was a sweet, simple country spot, but I was surprised to observe that by the gate there stood two soldierly men in dark uniforms who leaned upon their short rifles and glanced keenly at us as we passed. The coachman, a hard-faced, gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Baskerville, and in a few minutes, we were flying swiftly down the broad, white road. Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.

Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow.

Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange, jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream. Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep. There he sat, with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face, I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery, and masterful men. There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes. If on that forbidding moor a difficult and dangerous quest should lie before us, this was at least a comrade for whom one might venture to take a risk with the certainty that he would bravely share it.

The train pulled up at a small wayside station and we all descended. Outside, beyond the low, white fence, a wagon was waiting. Our coming was evidently a great event, for station-master and porters clustered around us to carry out our luggage. It was a sweet, simple country spot, but I was surprised to observe that by the gate there stood two soldierly men in dark uniforms who leaned upon their short rifles and glanced keenly at us as we passed. The coachman, a hard-faced, gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Baskerville, and in a few minutes, we were flying swiftly down the broad, white road. Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit countryside there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.