from Living to Tell the Tale: Which of the following inferences about Maria Consuegra is best supported by paragraph 7? The town dignitaries came to Maria Consuegra’s house to offer her their condolences for having killed the thief. I went that night with Papalelo, and we found her sitting in an armchair from Manila that looked like an enormous wicker peacock, surrounded by the fervor of her friends who listened to the story she had repeated a thousand times. Everyone agreed with her that she had fired out of sheer fright. It was then that my grandfather asked her if she had heard anything after the shot, and she answered that the first she had heard a great silence, then the metallic sound of the picklock falling on the cement, and then a faint, anguished voice: “Mother, help me!” Maria Consuegra, it seemed, had not been conscious of this heart-breaking lament until my grandfather asked her the question. Only then did she burst into tears. Question 17 options: a) Maria feels terrible shame for what she’s done. b) Maria is stunned for a long time after she shoots the intruder. c) Maria had threatened to shoot the thief the last time he’d broken into her house. d) Maria did not own the gun she used to shoot the thief.

Think about something you might want to rent. an instrument? a book? a piece of equipment? do some internet research and find an organization in your city that can rent you an item of interest. find the terms of agreement, the period of rental, and any penalties or late fees. are there any special terms of use or waivers? now, imagine that you are an employee of that same organization. write a brief narrative taking the point of view of the store employee talking with a customer. imagine the customer did not know anything about the terms of agreement. be sure that your character explains the terms of agreement, as well as the details about the item being rented. be sure to include a beginning, middle, and end to your story as well as details. consider starting your story with the line: "it was a long day at [enter name of company here] when this [enter description here] looking customer came up to me and began asking me questions about [enter product description] that they wanted to " do you want your story to take a serious or comedic tone? have fun with the details, but be sure to include the information about the terms of agreement for the customer. your narrative should be at least 150-250 words in length.

What ideal of imagist poetry is best reflected in this poem by ezra pound in which he compares a crowded metro station to a flowering tree branch? in a station of the metro the apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, black bough. a. poetry should be about urban subjects and ideas. b. old poetry should be rewritten in a modern style. c. poets should be able to describe ordinary subjects in new ways. d. poets should write about new subjects with conventional techniques.

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