We left. i had the feeling that i had had to do with something unclean. many times in the years after that the image of my father and the strange woman, their faces lit by the dancing flames, would surge up in my imagination so vivid and strong that i felt i could reach out and touch it; i would stare at it, feeling that it possessed some vital meaning which always eluded me.

Part a: what are two main ideas of maria w. stewart’s speech? a god is responsible for the discriminatory treatment of african americans. b any individual who decides to commit to a life of domestic servitude is disgraceful. c african americans and women are products of the unfair treatment they receive in the united states. d slavery has crushed african americans’ will to resist and overcome discriminatory practices. e african american women can merely pray for divine intervention for equal rights, as they are not a priority for social reformers. f african americans should work to advance their status by demanding more opportunities for education and meaningful work.

Ineed with another opening line. here's the idea: a girl got detention for something she didn't do, and had to stay afterschool until evening. she headed towards the bathroom, only to be lured away by distant music. she walks down the dark hallway (which lead to the auditorium) and saw a boy playing the piano, perfectly. i just need a detailed description of this. best will be awarded brainliest. you

Which three parts of this passage from chapter 6 of emily brontë's wuthering heights show that hindley earnshaw did not care about the well-being of catherine and heathcliff after the death of mr. earnshaw? they both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages; the young master being entirely negligent how they behaved, and what they did, so they kept clear of him. he would not even have seen after their going to church on sundays, only joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves; and that reminded him to order heathcliff a flogging, and catherine a fast from dinner or supper. but it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. the curate might set as many chapters as he for catherine to get by heart, and joseph might thrash heathcliff till his arm ached; they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time i’ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and i not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing the small power i still retained over the unfriended creatures. one sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room, for making a noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when i went to call them to supper, i could discover them nowhere. we searched the house, above and below, and the yard and stables; they were invisible: and, at last, hindley in a passion told us to bolt the doors, and swore nobody should let them in that night. the household went to bed; and i, too, anxious to lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return.