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Thinking About the Text Answer These Question. at Last a Sympathetic Audience.”(I) Who Says This?(Ii) Why Does He Say It?(Iii) is He Sarcastic Or Serious? - English (Moments)

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Thinking about the Text 

Answer these question.

At last a sympathetic audience.”

(i) Who says this?
(ii) Why does he say it?
(iii) Is he sarcastic or serious?

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उत्तर

(i) The speaker of the given line is Gerrard.
(ii) He says it as he is asked by the intruder to speak about himself.
(iii) He speaks the given dialogue sarcastically.

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अध्याय 11: If I Were You - Thinking about the Text [पृष्ठ १४४]

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अध्याय 11 If I Were You
Thinking about the Text | Q 1.1 | पृष्ठ १४४

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