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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 correct answer from each drop-down menu. read the following excerpt from the novel "oliver twist" by charles dickens. although oliver had been brought up by philosophers, he was not theoretically acquainted with the beautiful axiom that self-preservation is the first law of nature. if he had been, perhaps he would have been prepared for this. not being prepared, however, it alarmed him the more; so away he went

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.