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A Rewrite the sentences an passive voices
1. John collects money.
2. Annaopened the window.
3-We have done our homework
4- I will ask aquestion.
S. He can cut out the picture
6. The sheep ate alot.
7 we donot clean our rooms,
8_Did Sue draw this circle?
g. Willeam will not repair the cas.
10. Could you Feed the dog?
12 I will never forget this experience.
13 - Hother made a cated yesterday.
14. The boy teased the girl,
15- Did she do herduty?
16. The tiger was chasing the cleen
17. She has written a novel
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How is the underlined word used in the following sentence? juan was elected president of his class. juan is underlined. a. subject b. predicate nominative c. direct object d. verb

It warportant fact about the wounded soldiers is reflected by the repetition of the bolded sentences in the excerpts from "in another country" by ernest hemingway? a. it establishes the irony that, although the wounded soldiers have physically left the warfront, the war continues to haunt them psychologically it shows the gradual loss of hope and growing depression of the wounded soldiers and their need for distractions b. c. it establishes the wounded soldiers' determination to shun war and disobey military commands to return to the front after they recover. d. it shows the wounded soldiers' sadness and disappointment at the lack of gratitude from the people they risked their lives to protect e it shows the wounded soldiers' belief that the war would never end, even as thousands of soldiers were killed or wounded and sent to hospitals.

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