Passage 1
裙带菜煮多久题材:人物记述类 字数: 517 建议用时: 5分钟
Mr. Duffy raid his eyes from the paper and gazed out of his window on the cheerless craning landscape. The river lay quiet beside the empty distillery and from time to time a light appeared in some hou on Lucan Road. What an end! The whole narrative of her death revolted him and it revolted him to think that he had ever spoken to her of what he held sacred. The cautious words of a reporter won over to conceal the details of a commonplace vulgar death attacked his stomach. Not merely had she degraded herlf; she had degraded him. His soul' s companion! He thought of the hobbling wretches whom he had en carrying cans and bottles to be filled by the barman. Just God, what an end! Evidently she had been unfit to live, without any strength of purpo, an easy prey to habits, one of the wrecks on which civilization has been reared. But that she could have sunk so low! Was it possible he had deceived himlf so utterly about her? He remembered her outburst of that night and interpreted it in a harr n than he had ever done. He had no difficulty now in approving of the cour he had taken.
As the light failed and his memory began to wander he thought her hand touched his. The shock which bad first attacked his stomach was now attacking his nerves. He put on his overcoat and hat quickly and went out.The cold air met him on the threshold; it crept into the sleeves of his coat.When he came to the public hou at Chapel Bridge he went in and ordered a hot punch.
The proprietor rved him obquiously but did not venture to talk. There were five or six working-men in the shop discussing the value of a gentleman’s estate in County Kildare. They drank at intervals from their huge pint tumblers, and smoked, spitting often on the floor and sometimes dragging the sawdust over their heavy boots. Mr. Duffy sat on his stool and gazed at them, without eing or hearing them. After a while they went out and he called for another punch. He sat a long time over it. The shop was very quiet. The proprietor sprawled on the counter reading the newspaper and yawning. Now and again a tram was heard swishing along the lonely road outside.
As he sat there, living over his life with her and evoking alternately the two images in whic
h he now conceived her, he realized that she was dead, that she had cead to exist, that she had become a memory, lie began to feel ill at ea. He asked himlf what el could he have done. He could not have lived with her openly. He had done what emed to him best. How was he to blame? Now that she was gone he understood how lonely her life must have been, sitting night after night alone in that room. His life would be lonely too until he, too, died, cead to exist, became a memory—if anyone remembered him.
1．Mr. Duffy’s immediate reaction to the report of the woman’s death was that of _____.
A. Disgust
山枇杷B. Guilt
C. Grief
D. Compassion
2．It can be inferred from the passage that the reporter wrote about the woman’s death in a _____ manner.
A. Detailed
挺字组词B. Provocative
C. Discreet1984年今年多大
D. Sensationa
l3．According to the passage, which of the following statements is NOT true?
A. Mr. Duffy once confided in the woman.
B. Mr. Duffy felt an inten n of shame.
C. The woman wanted to end the relationship.
刺蛾幼虫D. They became estranged probably after a quarre邮票哪里买
l4．What is Mr. Duffy’s mood we can infer from the last paragraph?
九大写
ACC Fretful
Passage 2
题材：人物记述类 字数：583 建议用时：6分钟
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The law firm Patrick worked for before he died filed for bankruptcy protection a year after his funeral. After his death, the firm's letterhead properly included him: Patrick S. Lanigan, 1954-1992. He was listed up in the right-hand corner, just above the paralegals. Then the rumors got started and wouldn't stop. Before long, everyone believed he had taken the money and disappeared. After three months, no one on the Gulf Coast believed that he was dead. His name came off the letterhead as the debts piled up.
The remaining partners in the law firm were still together, attached unwillingly at the hip by the bondage of mortgages and the bank notes,back when they were roiling and on the verge of rious wealth. They had been joint defendants in veral unwinnable lawsuits; thus the bankruptcy.Since Patrick's departure, they had tried every possible way to divorce one another, but nothing would work. Two were raging alcoholics who drank at the office behind locked doors, but never together. The other two were in recovery, still te
etering on the brink of sobriety.
He took their money. Their millions. Money they had already spent long before it arrived, as only lawyers can do. Money for their richly renovated office building in downtown Biloxi. Money for new homes, yachts, condos in the Caribbean. The money was on the way, approved, the papers signed,orders entered; they could e it, almost touch it when their dead partner Patrick—snatched it at the last possible cond.
