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阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从1～25各题所给的四个选项中，选出一个最佳答案．

　Edgar felt quite 　1　at the 　2　of his first swim of the summer． 　3 　the sun shining down so strongly, the　　 sea was certain to be 　4 　enough． He walked quickly along the　　 seafront towards the steps 　5　led on to the sands． He smiled 　6 　at the passers-by． He had just smiled　　 and 　7 　his 　8 　to an elderly lady 　9 　a man　　 with a camera caught his arm and stopped him． Edgar heard a little clicking　　 noise from the camera．

　“Your photo, sir, in wonderful colour, in just one moment if you please, ” said the man in one breath．

　Then he took out the 　10 　and held it 　11 　his hand and was waving it to Edgar． In a moment he handed in over, and Edgar saw　　 the bright blue of his shirt half 　12 　the picture．

　“Seventy pence, sir, ” the man said．

　“Seventy pence, ” Edgar repeated 　13 　,“For this?”He stared 　14 　the photo．

　“They are usually 85, sir, but for a single object I make a cut-price offer． It's the best price 　15　you'll get here．”

　“You'll have to make a better offer, ” Edgar said． It was a good photo, he thought, so bright and clear． His hat was high, and he　　 was smiling broadly at the old lady, 　16 　arm and handbag came into a　　 lower corner． He had no idea that he was being snapped． He thought he was really 　17 　good-looking fellow．

　“That's as 　18 　as any art job that would 　19 　you pounds, ” said the cameraman, “It's better in a way because it's so 　20 　． Only 70 pence, sir． ”

　“I've never paid so much 　21 　a snap in my life． It simply isn't 　22 　that kind of money． It's not as I need the thing． Look, I'll give you 25． ”

　“No, I can't do that． Each of these snaps costs me 50p,　　 so you see…”

　“Then I'll give you 50p and that's that．”

　“Let me see, then．”The man suddenly took the photo out of Edgar's hand． “I can't 　23 　any more time with you． It's　　 70p 　24 　I keep it．”

　“Keep it, ” Edgar said． He turned, looked out to　　 sea, then walked 　25 　away．

阅读理解

阅读下列短文，从每题所给的A、B、C、D四个选项中，选出最佳选项，并在正确选项上画勾。

　　We buried Donald Brown last May. He was murdered by four men who wanted to rob the supermarket manager he was protecting. Partolman Brown was 61 years old. In just six months he and his wife had planned to retire to Florida. Now there will be no retirement in the sun, and she is alone.

　　Donald Brown was the second police officer to die since I became Police Commissioner of Boston in 1972. The first was Detective John Schroeder, shot in a pawnshop (当铺) robbery in November 1970. John Schroeder was the brother of Walter Schroeder, who was killed in a bank robbery in 1970. Their names are together on the honor roll in Police Headquarters.

　　At least two of these police officers were shot by a handgun, the kind almost anyone can buy nearly everywhere for a few dollars. Ownership of handguns has become so widespread that this weapon is no longer merely the instrument of crime; it is now a cause of violent crime. Of the 11 Boston police officers killed since 1962, seven were killed with handguns; of the 18 wounded by guns since 1962, 17 were shot with handguns.

　　Gun advocates are fond of saying that guns don't kill, people do. But guns do kill. Half of the people who commit suicide do so with handguns. Fifty-four percent of the murders committed in 1972 were committed with handguns.

　　No one can convince me, after returning from patrolman Brown's funeral, that we should allow people to own handguns. I know that many Americans feel deeply and honestly that they have a right to own and enjoy guns. I am asking that they give them up. I am not asking for registration or licensing, or the outlawing of cheap guns. I am saying that no private citizen, whatever his claim, should possess a handgun. Only police officers should.

1．The suggestion the author presents in the passage is that ________.

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A．handguns are the cause of violent crime

B．handguns are a dangerous weapon

C．American people's right to own and enjoy guns should be respected

D．only police officers should possess guns

2．In paragraph 1, the tone of the author is ________.

[　　]

3．According to the author, which is true of handguns?

[　　]

A．They don't kill.

B．We should not allow people to own handguns.

C．Anyone can easily buy a handgun at a very high price.

D．Handguns can't be the cause of violent crime.

4．The passage is mainly aimed to ________.

[　　]

A．persuade the government

B．describe police officers' death

C．tell the robbers' means to kill policeman

D．explain means of people's possession of guns

That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.

As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away any possible robbers(抢劫犯). Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.

About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.

Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.

Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck(垃圾车) pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.

It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.

1.How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?

A．Cold and sick                           B．Lucky and hopeful

C．Satisfied and cheerful                    D．Disappointed and helpless

2.From the first paragraph, we learn that the writer was busy_____.

A .solving her problem at the bank         B. taking part in various city activities

C learning acting in an evening school   D. preparing for the first night show

3.On her way home the writer_____

A．lost her wallet unknowingly

B．was stopped by a garbage truck driver

C．was robbed of her wallet by a man with a knife

D．found some homeless people following her

4.From the text, we can infer that the writer_____

A．would stop working at night               B．would stay on in San Francisco

C．would make friends with cleaners.　         D．would give up her job at the bank

That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theater. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold. I began running, both to keep warm and to keep away any possible robbers(抢劫犯). Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty. All I saw was a shining streetlight. Still, the noise had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly I wasn’t cold or tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I’d heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found.
Just as I was about to give up the search, I heard the garbage truck(垃圾车) pull up to the sidewalk next to me. When a voice called from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming. How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes. “Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked, holding up a small square shape.
It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time I got into bed. I wouldn’t get much sleep that night, but I had got my wallet back. I also had got back some enjoyment of city life. I realized that the city couldn’t be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other.
【小题1】How did the writer feel when she was walking home after work?