Which of the following best explains Mr. Frank’s actions in the stage directions below... “He stands looking slowly around, making a supreme effort at self-control. He is weak, ill. His clothes are threadbare. After a second he drops his rucksack on the couch and moves slowly about. He opens the door to one of the smaller rooms, and then abruptly closes it again, turning away. He goes to the window at the back, looking off at the Westertoren as its carillon strikes the hour of six, then he moves restlessly on. “

A. Mr. Frank is being hurried by Miep Gies to finish his work and to collect his things, so they may leave the office.

B. Mr. Frank is busy organizing his things in an old building but feels exhausted by the task he must do.

C. Mr. Frank is cleaning his office before leaving for the day with his assistant Miep Gies.

D. Mr. Frank is visiting a room that he has a connection to but which makes him feel sad.

What can you infer about gregor from this excerpt? a. he is ungrateful and refuses to eat all of the food that grete brings for him b. his appetite is good, which shows that his body is trying to return to human form c. he always eats trash, and grete is trying to get him to remember being human d. his eating habits are changing, and he is becoming physically less human

In the book outsiders what character least fits the stereotype of a greaser? asap

Which excerpts from the war of the worldseffectively use setting to provide a contrast to the horror of the plot? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldshe remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, astonished chiefly at its unusual shape and colour, and dimly perceiving even then some evidence of design in its arrival. the early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards weybridge, was already warm.they shouted consolation and promises, and went off back to the town again to get . one can imagine them, covered with sand, excited and disordered, running up the little street in the bright sunlight just as the shop folks were taking down their shutters and people were opening their bedroom windows.it was glaringly hot, not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind, and the only shadow was that of the few scattered pine trees. the burning heather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical streamers of smoke.an enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away. the heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.