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9. I had a new issue of my favorite sports magazine tucked under my arm, and the house to myself.
10. There s a commotion as several men try to grab the neighbor and HARLOW is immediately at WEISS s side trying to help him to his feet. 以下试题请在答题卡上按照题号顺序填涂
Part III Reading Comprehension ( 15×2′=30′) 课外
Directions: In this section, there are three passages. Each passage is followed by 5 questions.
For each of them there are four choices marked A), B), C), and D). You should decide on the best choice.
Questions 1 to 5 are based on the following passage:
The Day I Met My Mother
Mine was, at times, a lonely childhood. Born in Chungking, China, of missionary parents, I lost my mother at birth. I was two months old when my father sent me to Mother s favorite sister in Morgantown, West Virginia. There I grew up in the house where Mother had spent her girlhood.
When Aunt Ruth was at home, I was surrounded by love. But she was our sole breadwinner and worked in an office six days a week. Left with a procession of hired girls, I felt the loneliness of the big, old house.
In the evenings, before Aunt Ruth came home, I often sat on the floor beneath a picture of my mother — a sweet-faced young woman of 20, with dark eyes and black curly hair. Sometimes I talked to the picture, but I could never bear to look at it when I'd been naughty. There was one question always in my mind: What was my mother like? If only I could have know her!
Twenty years passed. I had grown up, married and had a baby, named Lucy for her grandmother-the mother I'd so longed to know.
One spring morning, 18-month-old Lucy and I boarded a train for Morgantown to visit Aunt Ruth. A woman offered me half her seat in the crowded car. I thanked her and busied myself with Lucy, while the woman turned her attention to the landscape speeding by.
After settling my baby in my arms for a nap, I started to talk with the woman. She said she was going to Morgantown to see her daughter and brand-new grandson. “Surely you know my aunt, Ruth wood, “I said.” She s had a real-estate office in Morgantown for years.”
“No,” she answered. “I ve been away a long time, and that name is not familiar to me.” For several minutes, the woman looked out the window. Then, without turning her head, she began to speak.
“There was a Miss Lucy Wood, a teacher, in Morgantown years ago. She probably left there before you were born. You said the name Wood, and, suddenly, I can t stop thinking about her. I haven t thought of her for years, but once I loved her very much. She was my teacher. My parents owned a bakery on Watts Street. They were on the verge of divorce. They fought and quarreled 2015年2月20日
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