A Municipal Report(Adapted from a story by O．Henry)(Ⅱ)
Azalea Adair herself opened the door when I knocked．She was about 50 years old．Her white hair was pulled back from her small，tired face．She wore a pale yellow dress．It was old，but very clean．
Azalea Adair led me into her living room．A damaged table，three chairs and an old red sofa were in the center of the floor．
Azalea Adair and I sat down at the table and began to talk．I told her about the magazine's offer an she told me about herself．She was from an old southern family．Her father had been a judge．
Azalea Adair told me she had never traveled or even attended school．Her parents taught her at home with private teachers．We finished our meeting．I promised to return with the agreement the next day, and rose to leave．
At that moment，someone knocked at the back door．Azalea Adair whispered a soft apology and went to answer the caller．She came back a minute later with bright eyes and pink cheeks．She looked ten year younger．“You must have a cup of tea before you go，”she said．She shook a little bell on the table，and small black girl about twelve years old ran into the room．
Azalea Adair opened a tiny old purse and took out a dollar bill．It had been fixed with a piece of blue paper and the upper right hand comer was missing．It was the dollar I had given to Uncle Caesar．“Go to Mr．Baker's store，Impy ,”she said，“and get me 25 cents' worth of tea and ten cents' worth of sugar cakes． And please hurry．”
The child ran out of the room．We heard the back door close．Then the girl screamed．Her cry mixed with a man's angry voice．Azalea Adair stood up．Her face showed no emotion as she left the room．I heard the man's rough voice and her gentle one．Then a door slammed and she came back into the room．“I am sorry，but I won't be able to offer you any tea after all，” she said．“It seems that Mr．Baker has no more tea．Perhaps he will find some for our visit tomorrow．”
We said good-bye．I went back to my hotel．
Just before dinner, Major Wentworth Caswell found me．It was impossible to avoid him．He insisted on buying me a drink and pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket．Again I saw a torn dollar fixed with blue paper, with a corner missing．It was the one I gave Uncle Caesar．How strange，I thought． I wondered how Caswell got it．
63．We can judge from her behavior that Miss Adair was       ．
A．polite and elegant      B．confident and determined
C．poor and miserable    D．capable and hardworking
64．Adair seemed          after coming back from the back door．
A．as calm as before    B．sadder    C．excited    D．surprised
65．The angry man with a rough voice outside might be           ．
A．Uncle Caesar    B．Mr．Baker    C．Caswell  D．A stranger
66．When the narrator saw Caswell again at his hotel，he was surprised         ．
A．that Caswell should find him
B．that Caswell insisted on buying him a drink
C．that Caswell pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket
D．to find Caswell had the torn dollar bill with a comer missing

A Municipal Report(Adapted from a story by O．Henry)(Ⅱ)

Azalea Adair herself opened the door when I knocked．She was about 50 years old．Her white hair was pulled back from her small，tired face．She wore a pale yellow dress．It was old，but very clean．

Azalea Adair led me into her living room．A damaged table，three chairs and an old red sofa were in the center of the floor．

Azalea Adair and I sat down at the table and began to talk．I told her about the magazine's offer an she told me about herself．She was from an old southern family．Her father had been a judge．

Azalea Adair told me she had never traveled or even attended school．Her parents taught her at home with private teachers．We finished our meeting．I promised to return with the agreement the next day, and rose to leave．

At that moment，someone knocked at the back door．Azalea Adair whispered a soft apology and went to answer the caller．She came back a minute later with bright eyes and pink cheeks．She looked ten year younger．“You must have a cup of tea before you go，”she said．She shook a little bell on the table，and small black girl about twelve years old ran into the room．

Azalea Adair opened a tiny old purse and took out a dollar bill．It had been fixed with a piece of blue paper and the upper right hand comer was missing．It was the dollar I had given to Uncle Caesar．“Go to Mr．Baker's store，Impy ,”she said，“and get me 25 cents' worth of tea and ten cents' worth of sugar cakes． And please hurry．”

The child ran out of the room．We heard the back door close．Then the girl screamed．Her cry mixed with a man's angry voice．Azalea Adair stood up．Her face showed no emotion as she left the room．I heard the man's rough voice and her gentle one．Then a door slammed and she came back into the room．“I am sorry，but I won't be able to offer you any tea after all，” she said．“It seems that Mr．Baker has no more tea．Perhaps he will find some for our visit tomorrow．”

We said good-bye．I went back to my hotel．

Just before dinner, Major Wentworth Caswell found me．It was impossible to avoid him．He insisted on buying me a drink and pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket．Again I saw a torn dollar fixed with blue paper, with a corner missing．It was the one I gave Uncle Caesar．How strange，I thought． I wondered how Caswell got it．

63．We can judge from her behavior that Miss Adair was       ．

A．polite and elegant      B．confident and determined

C．poor and miserable    D．capable and hardworking

64．Adair seemed          after coming back from the back door．

A．as calm as before    B．sadder    C．excited    D．surprised

65．The angry man with a rough voice outside might be           ．

A．Uncle Caesar    B．Mr．Baker    C．Caswell  D．A stranger

66．When the narrator saw Caswell again at his hotel，he was surprised         ．

A．that Caswell should find him

B．that Caswell insisted on buying him a drink

C．that Caswell pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket

D．to find Caswell had the torn dollar bill with a comer missing

A Municipal Report(Adapted from a story by O．Henry)(Ⅱ)

Azalea Adair herself opened the door when I knocked．She was about 50 years old．Her white hair was pulled back from her small，tired face．She wore a pale yellow dress．It was old，but very clean．

Azalea Adair led me into her living room．A damaged table，three chairs and an old red sofa were in the center of the floor．

Azalea Adair and I sat down at the table and began to talk．I told her about the magazine's offer an she told me about herself．She was from an old southern family．Her father had been a judge．

Azalea Adair told me she had never traveled or even attended school．Her parents taught her at home with private teachers．We finished our meeting．I promised to return with the agreement the next day, and rose to leave．

At that moment，someone knocked at the back door．Azalea Adair whispered a soft apology and went to answer the caller．She came back a minute later with bright eyes and pink cheeks．She looked ten year younger．“You must have a cup of tea before you go，”she said．She shook a little bell on the table，and small black girl about twelve years old ran into the room．

Azalea Adair opened a tiny old purse and took out a dollar bill．It had been fixed with a piece of blue paper and the upper right hand comer was missing．It was the dollar I had given to Uncle Caesar．“Go to Mr．Baker's store，Impy ,”she said，“and get me 25 cents' worth of tea and ten cents' worth of sugar cakes． And please hurry．”

The child ran out of the room．We heard the back door close．Then the girl screamed．Her cry mixed with a man's angry voice．Azalea Adair stood up．Her face showed no emotion as she left the room．I heard the man's rough voice and her gentle one．Then a door slammed and she came back into the room．“I am sorry，but I won't be able to offer you any tea after all，” she said． “It seems that Mr．Baker has no more tea．Perhaps he will find some for our visit tomorrow．”

We said good-bye．I went back to my hotel．

Just before dinner, Major Wentworth Caswell found me．It was impossible to avoid him．He insisted on buying me a drink and pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket．Again I saw a torn dollar fixed with blue paper, with a corner missing．It was the one I gave Uncle Caesar．How strange，I thought． I wondered how Caswell got it．

1.We can judge from her behavior that Miss Adair was        ．

A．polite and elegant      B．confident and determined

C．poor and miserable    D．capable and hardworking

2.Adair seemed          after coming back from the back door．

A．as calm as before    B．sadder    C．excited    D．surprised

3.The angry man with a rough voice outside might be           ．

A．Uncle Caesar    B．Mr．Baker    C．Caswell  D．A stranger

4.When the narrator saw Caswell again at his hotel，he was surprised         ．

A．that Caswell should find him

B．that Caswell insisted on buying him a drink

C．that Caswell pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket

D．to find Caswell had the torn dollar bill with a comer missing

A Municipal Report(Adapted from a story by O．Henry)(Ⅱ)

Azalea Adair herself opened the door when I knocked．She was about 50 years old．Her white hair was pulled back from her small，tired face．She wore a pale yellow dress．It was old，but very clean．

Azalea Adair led me into her living room．A damaged table，three chairs and an old red sofa were in the center of the floor．

Azalea Adair and I sat down at the table and began to talk．I told her about the magazine's offer an she told me about herself．She was from an old southern family．Her father had been a judge．

Azalea Adair told me she had never traveled or even attended school．Her parents taught her at home with private teachers．We finished our meeting．I promised to return with the agreement the next day, and rose to leave．

At that moment，someone knocked at the back door．Azalea Adair whispered a soft apology and went to answer the caller．She came back a minute later with bright eyes and pink cheeks．She looked ten year younger．“You must have a cup of tea before you go，”she said．She shook a little bell on the table，and small black girl about twelve years old ran into the room．

Azalea Adair opened a tiny old purse and took out a dollar bill．It had been fixed with a piece of blue paper and the upper right hand comer was missing．It was the dollar I had given to Uncle Caesar．“Go to Mr．Baker's store，Impy ,”she said，“and get me 25 cents' worth of tea and ten cents' worth of sugar cakes． And please hurry．”

The child ran out of the room．We heard the back door close．Then the girl screamed．Her cry mixed with a man's angry voice．Azalea Adair stood up．Her face showed no emotion as she left the room．I heard the man's rough voice and her gentle one．Then a door slammed and she came back into the room．“I am sorry，but I won't be able to offer you any tea after all，” she said． “It seems that Mr．Baker has no more tea．Perhaps he will find some for our visit tomorrow．”

We said good-bye．I went back to my hotel．

Just before dinner, Major Wentworth Caswell found me．It was impossible to avoid him．He insisted on buying me a drink and pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket．Again I saw a torn dollar fixed with blue paper, with a corner missing．It was the one I gave Uncle Caesar．How strange，I thought． I wondered how Caswell got it．

63．We can judge from her behavior that Miss Adair was        ．

A．polite and elegant      B．confident and determined

C．poor and miserable    D．capable and hardworking

64．Adair seemed          after coming back from the back door．

A．as calm as before    B．sadder    C．excited    D．surprised

65．The angry man with a rough voice outside might be           ．

A．Uncle Caesar    B．Mr．Baker    C．Caswell  D．A stranger

66．When the narrator saw Caswell again at his hotel，he was surprised         ．

A．that Caswell should find him

B．that Caswell insisted on buying him a drink

C．that Caswell pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket

D．to find Caswell had the torn dollar bill with a comer missing

阅读下面短文，从A、B、C、D四个选项中选出最佳选项。

　　Coming home from school that dark winter day so long ago，I was filled with excitement of having the weekend off．But I was 　1　 into stillness by what I saw．Mother，seated at the far end of the sofa，　2　with the second-hand green typewriter on the table．She told me that she couldn't type fast and then she was out of work．My shock and embarrassment(尴尬)at finding Mother in tears was a perfect proof of how 　3　 I understood the pressures on her．Sitting beside her on the sofa，I began very 　4　 to under-stand．“l guess we all have 　5　 sometime，”Mother said quietly．I could 　6　 her pain and the tension(压力)of 　7　 the strong feelings that were Interrupted by my arrival．Suddenly，something inside me 　8　 I reached out and Put my arms around her．She broke then．She put her face 　9　 my shoulder and sobbed．I held her 　10　 and didn't try to talk．I knew I was doing what I should，what I could 　11　 it was enough．In that moment， feeling Mother's 　12　 with feelings，I understood for the first time her being so easy to 　13　．She was still my mother，　14　 she was something 　15　：a person like me，capable fear and 　16　 and failure．I could feel her pain as she must have felt mine on a thousand occasions(场合)when I sought 　17　 in her arms．

　　A week later Mother took a job selling dry goods at half the salary the radio station 　18　“It's a job I can do，though．”she said simply．But the evening practice on the old green typewriter continued．I had a very 　19　 feeling now when I passed her door at night and heard her tapping 　20　 across the paper．I knew there was something more going on in there than a woman learning to type．

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