Which of the following audiences calls for a formal presentation? A. a business meeting B. a boy scout troop C. a third grade class D. a group of your own family

Which aspect of mary shelley's frankenstein most clearly indicates that romanticism influenced the story? a. frankenstein compares his home life of nature, books, and love to his madness. b. natural philosophy is what drives frankenstein's fate and future. c. frankenstein finds relief from his torment in natural settings. d. frankenstein is undisturbed by reality as he seeks to discover the secret of life.

If a sentence is a run-on, correct it. if it is correct as written, write correct. 1.)i looked down. i saw that the well was apparently dry. 2.)we read the preamble to the constitution, our group felt anew the power of those words. 3.)the boy had trouble with the decimal point when multiplying he always put it in the wrong place. 4.)the thermometer broke, the mercury spilled onto the floor. 5.)i mislead my car keys, my house keys were also gone. 6.)it is against the law litter, neveretheless, people do it. 7.)ann threw away the check, but she eventually recovered it. 8.)i generally like the climate of the area where i live i do not enjoy subfrezzing winter temperatures. 9.)everyone should be polite, however many people are rude. 10.)i made my own chili to eat it one needs an iron stomach.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream