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I paid him ￡50 for the painting, but its true ______ must be at least ￡500.

A. price B. money

C. value D. importance

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happened towards evening, when I was resting in a cafe. I 36 a pair of newly bought white leather shoes, which were rather expensive. Then 37 came to me.
He was in an unfit shirt, 38 pale and weak. He looked about eleven or twelve. No sooner39 begun to speak than he opened the box in his hand and took out the tools of shoe-polishing. He bent down, 40 my leather shoes, and began to shine them.
He was concentrating on his job when heavy rain began to pour 41 . People rushed into the cafe for protection from the 42 . More and more people crowded in and gradually 43 the boy from me.
Hours passed, and 44 turned dark. I had no shoes on my feet and wondered 45 the boy had been. I thought he would not 46 my leather shoes, and I would have to walk back home on 47 in the night.
When it was near midnight the rain 48 , people started to go out. The cafe 49 closed. I had to move to the door. I was surprised to see the boy sleeping on the floor with his head leaning 50 a box. He held a package made of his shirt tightly in his arms.
I 51 him slightly and woke him up. He jumped up and rubbed his eyes for a while before he 52 me. Then he opened the 53 hurriedly, gave me my leather shoes, and apologized to me shyly.
I paid him and wrapped around him his unfit shirt, which 54 my leather shoes. After saying goodbye to the boy, I was 55 home, with the image of the boy stay in my mind.

It happened towards evening, when I was resting in a cafe. I 36 a pair of newly bought white leather shoes, which were rather expensive. Then 37 came to me.
He was in an unfit shirt, 38 pale and weak. He looked about eleven or twelve. No sooner39 begun to speak than he opened the box in his hand and took out the tools of shoe-polishing. He bent down, 40 my leather shoes, and began to shine them.
He was concentrating on his job when heavy rain began to pour 41 . People rushed into the cafe for protection from the 42 . More and more people crowded in and gradually 43 the boy from me.
Hours passed, and 44 turned dark. I had no shoes on my feet and wondered 45 the boy had been. I thought he would not 46 my leather shoes, and I would have to walk back home on 47 in the night.
When it was near midnight the rain 48 , people started to go out. The cafe 49
Closed. I had to move to the door, I was surprised to see the boy sleeping on the floor with his head leaning 50 a box. He held a package made of his shirt tightly in his arms.
I 51 him slightly and woke him up. He jumped up and rubbed his eyes for a while before he 52 me. Then he opened the 53 hurriedly, gave me my leather shoes, and apologized to me shyly.
I paid him and wrapped around him his unfit shirt, which 54 my leather shoes.
After saying goodbye to the boy, I was 55 home, with the image of the boy staying in my mind.

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I shouldn’t have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my regular trucker customers had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot. After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home.
That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work. He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a heart surgery. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often had heart problems at an early age and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, my head waitress, did a little dance when she heard the good news. Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at her and asked, “Okay, Frannie, what was that all about?”
"We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay."
"I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?"
Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is."
Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables.
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"What's up?" I asked.
“I cleared off that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting after they left, and I found this. This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup."
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I led them toward a large corner booth. I could feel and hear truck customers and the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups and dinner plates, all sitting slightly on dozens of folded paper napkins.
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【小题1】Why did the author have doubts about hiring Stevie?

A．Stevie was not that reliable.	B．Stevie was mentally disabled
C．Stevie was too short and fat.	D．Stevie was bad-tempered

【小题2】What made the author not fully satisfied with Stevie’s work?

A．That he made customers uncomfortable.	B．That he couldn’t pay attention to his duties.
C．That he often spilled cups of coffee.	D．That he usually cleaned the table too early.

【小题3】By saying the underlined words in Paragaraph3, the author meant that the money she paid Stevie .

A．could help Stevie out of the trouble	B．could send Stevie to a group home
C．couldn’t thoroughly solve Stevie’s problem	D．could make a great difference to Stevie’s life

【小题4】Why did the author ask Stevie to clean up the mess on the table?

A．Stevie could pick up the money that was given to him.

B．The table was so dirty that it needed cleaning.

C．It was Stevie’s duty to clean the table.

D．She wanted to congratulate Stevie on his coming back.

【小题5】What made Stevie popular among the staff and customers in the restaurant?

A．His special appearance.	B．His hard work and optimism.
C．His funny speeches and actions.	D．His kind-hearted behaviour.

One evening I was resting in a cafe. I wore a pair of newly bought white leather shoes, 1. were rather expensive. Then a boy came to me.

He was in 2. old and not fit shirt, looking pale and about eleven. No sooner had I begun to speak than he opened the box in his hand and took out the tools of shoe –polishing. He was busy doing his work 3. heavy rain began to pour down. People rushed to the cafe for 4.（protect）from the rain. More and more people crowded in and gradually separated the boy 5. me.

Hours passed, and it turned dark. I had no shoes on my feet and wondered where the boy had been. I thought I would have to go home on my bare feet. When it was near midnight, the cafe was to be closed. I had to move to the door, just as l went to the gate, I __6. （surprise） found that a boy of about eleven, __7._,（look）very familiar, was sleeping at the door with his head leaning __8. a box. I shook him slightly and woke him 9.. He opened the package hurriedly, gave me my leather shoes, and apologized to me shyly. I paid him and wrapped him with his _10. （fit）shirt. On my way home, the image of the boy stayed in my mind

--- I paid him 300 yuan for the sneakers．

--- Oh, he charged you too much．You _____ them with half the money．

A．could have bought B．needn’t have bought

C．must have bought D．wouldn’t have bought

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