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tunnels or trains will be summarily hanged. I saw the order."
"How far is it to the Owl Creek bridge?" Farquhar asked.
"About thirty miles."
"Is there no force on this side the creek?"
"Only a picket post half a mile out, on the railroad, and a single sentinel at this end of the bridge."
"Suppose a man-a civilian and student of hanging-should elude the picket post and perhaps get the better of the
sentinel," said Farquhar, smiling, "what could he accomplish?"
Based on the excerpt, which is the most reasonable plot prediction?
Farquhar will get caught by Northern forces.
Farquhar will attempt to tamper with the bridge.
Farquhar will discover the truth about the soldiers he's speaking with.
Farquhar will be executed for his crimes against the North.

Read the paragraph from nick’s personal narrative. standing alone in my family’s barn, i thought about how much hard work and time my parents had invested—how much hard work and time we had all invested—in maintaining a fully operational farm. i did not remember a time when my clothes had not reeked of manure or my hair had not held fast to brittle pieces of straw. what would happen if my parents had to sell the farm so we could move closer to my grandparents? just as i was attempting to imagine a life in the city, a sudden commotion erupted and interrupted my thoughts. with animals squawking and dust flying, i scrambled to pinpoint the source of this unexpected intrusion. in seconds that felt more like minutes, i was successful . . and i could scarcely believe what my eyes were seeing. which element of a personal narrative would be best for nick to include next?

Which character is mainly focused on in to kill a mockingbird?

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.