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"stinkweeds," said the other old woman sharply. she had a bunchy white forehead and red eyes like a sheep. now she turned them toward marian. the fogginess seemed to rise in her throat again, and she bleated, "whoareyou? "

which words and phrases in this excerpt best to create a harsh and uninviting mood?
a. stinkweeds, old woman, rise in her throat
b. old woman, fogginess, bleated
c. stinkweeds, sharply, bleated,
d. white forehead, fogginess, rise in her throat

Which of the following is not true about using your local library as a resource while doing research? a. searching library catalogs can you narrow your topic, as well as give you ideas about what resources are available to you. b. most libraries now have searchable databases and many other resources accessible online. c. using the library as a resource is a bit more time consuming, because it cannot be done from home. d. all of the above statements are true.

Which change should be made to improve this sentence? allen jumped in the puddle and his new shoes got wet and muddy.a)the new shoes got wet and muddy and allen jumps in the puddle.b)allen jumped in the puddle and got his new shoes wet and muddy.c)allen jumped in the puddle and gets his new shoes wet and muddy.d)the new shoes are getting wet and muddy and allen jumped in the puddle.

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.