题目内容
It was just getting dark. There was a touch of fog and I was on a lonely stretch of road. 36
I was going along cheerfully, thinking about the dinner I would eat when I got to Salistury.
I was going along 37 at about thirty-five miles an hour when suddenly I heard a scream, a 38 scream--- “ Help! ” I looked round, but the only 39 of life was a large, black, rather suspicious-looking car just 40 a bend in the road about a hundred yards away. That was where the cry had come from. I 41 speed and went after it. I think the driver saw what I was doing, for he did the same and began to draw 42 me. As I drew near, the girl’s voice came again, a lovely voice but trembling with 43 .
“Let me go, you coward; you’re hurting me. Oh ! Oh ! ”
I felt my 44 boil. The fog was coming down 45 now, and the countryside was lonelier. I had no 46 that the murderous guy in the car noticed this. Again came a cry.
“Drop that knife, you fool. Oh ! ” Then a cry and a groan(呻吟).
If I was to save her, it was now or 47 . Perhaps even now I was too late. But if I couldn’t save the girl, I would at least try to bring the murderer to 48 . The car was only a couple of yards away now. I drove the bike right across its 49 , and its brakes screamed as the driver tried to pull it over and 50 into the ditch(沟)at the side of the road. The door of the car was pushed open angrily and a dark, evil-looking fellow stepped out .
“You fool!” he shouted as he came towards me with his fist raised to hit me. But I was 51 than he. I put all I could into 52 that would have knocked out Joe Louis. It 53 him right on the point of the chin; his 54 slowly bent under him, and he dropped to the ground without a sound. I rushed to the car, 55 open the door and looked inside. There was no girl there. Suddenly from the back of the car came a voice.
“You have been listening to a radio play, Murder in Hollywood, with Mae Garbo and Clark Taylor. The news will follow immediately . ”
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【小题1】D
【小题2】A
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解析
They were going to Fort Lauderdale — three boys and three girls — and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray, cold spring of New York went behind them.
As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, completely in silence.
Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson’s, and everybody got off except Vingo. The young people began to wonder about him. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.
“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig from the bottle. He thanked her and became silent again. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson’s, and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He ordered black coffee and some cookies as the young people talked about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he began to tell his story. He had been in prison in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
“Are you married?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” she said.
“Well, when I was in prison I wrote to my wife,” he said, “I told her that I was going to be away for a long time, and that if she couldn’t stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, and if it hurt her too much, well, she could jus forget me. I’d understand. Get a new man, I said — she’s a wonderful woman. I told her she didn’t have to write me. And she didn’t. Not for three and a half years.”
“And you’re going home now, not knowing?”
“Yeah. Well, last week, when I was sure the parole (假释) was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there’s a big oak (橡树) just as you come into town. I told her that if she didn’t have a new man and if she’d take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I’d get off and come home. If she didn’t want me, forget it — no handkerchief and I’d go on through.”
“Wow,” the girl exclaimed, “Wow.”
She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children.
Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face, as if protecting himself against still another disappointment.
Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then, suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, shouting and crying.
Vingo sat there astonished, looking at the oak. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs — 20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, flying in the wind. As the young people shouted, Vingo slowly rose from his seat and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.
【小题1】At the beginning of the story, the young boys and girls ______.
A.showed a great interest in Vingo | B.didn’t notice Vingo at all |
C.wanted to offer help to Vingo | D.didn’t like Vingo at all |
A.bus station | B.apartment | C.hospital | D.restaurant |
A.Ashamed. | B.Relaxed. | C.Nervous. | D.Disappointed. |
A.Vingo’s experience in prison |
B.the young people’s travel to Fort Lauderdale |
C.Vingo’s three lovely children |
D.the dialogue between Vingo and his family |