When Dunstan Cass left the cottage, Silas Marner was only a hundred meters away．He was walking home from the village, where he had 1 to buy what he needed 2 his next day's work．His legs were tired, but he felt almost happy．He was looking forward to 3 , when he would bring out his gold．Tonight he had an extra reason to hurry home．He was going to eat hot meat, which was 4 for him．And it would 5 him nothing, because someone had given him a piece of meat as a present．He left it 6 over the fire．The door key was needed to hold it safe in place, but Cass was not at all 7 about leaving his gold in the cottage with the door 8 ．He could not imagine that a thief would 9 his way through the mist, rain and darkness to the little cottage by the quarry(釆石场)．
When he reached his cottage and opened the door, he did not notice 10 anything was different．He 11 his wet coat, and pushed the meat 12 the fire． 13 he was warm again, he began to think about his gold．It seemed a long time to wait until after super, when he usually brought out coins to look at． 14 he decided to bring out his gold immediately, while the meat was still cooking．
But when he 15 the floorboards near the loom(会只布机)，and saw the 16 hole , he did not understand 17 ．His heart beat violently as his trembling hands felt all round the hole．There was 18 ! He put his hands to his head and tried to think．Had he put his gold in a different place, and forgotten about it? He 19 every corner of this small cottage, until he could not pretend to himself any more．He had to accept the truth
In my third year as a high school athletics coach, I gave a speech telling students and parents about the benefits of football．I gave the same 1 each year, aimin g at recruiting(招收)new team members．I talked about 2 football wasn't just for 3 athletes and how everyone could 4 from it．This year, a 5 looking couple approached me after my speech．They said their son really wanted to play football．They had tried to 6 him out of it, but he had his heart 7 on joining the team．
When they told me his name, my heart sank．Michael was five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about 108 pounds．He was a 8 boy, the constant target of other kids' jokes, and as far as I knew he had never 9 sports．I knew he would never 10 it through football practice, let 11 as a player．But we told them we could give it a try．
On the opening day of practice, Michael was the first player on the field, we did 30 minutes of warming-up 12 starting a one-mile jog around the track．I 13 my eye on Michael．At 50 yards he fell, and I helped him to his feet．“Michael,”I said,“Why don't you just 14 the mile?”He said in tears that he wanted to run with the others, so I let him go on． 15 he fell, but each time 16 himself up．
The same thing happened every day for weeks, and Michael gained strength both 17 and physically．By the last week of practice, Michael could run the mile without falling, we had 18 only one game that season, 19 the team cheered louder for Michael's run than the victory they had, Afterward, Michael approached me, and I told him how 20 I was of him．
