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प्रश्न
Where did Mr Gessler live?
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उत्तर
Mr Gessler lived in London in his shoe shop.
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Answer the questions by ticking the correct option.
(a) The strange-looking man wanted ....
(i) the best room at the inn.
(ii} a room with a fire and a good lock.
(iii} a room with a good view.
(iv) a room where he could work quietly.
(b) Jimson was suspicious of the stranger because ...
(i} he did not answer Jimson's questions.
(ii} he did not want to talk about the weather.
(iii} he kept his back turned towards Jimson at all times.
(iv) he shouted atJimson when he entered his room.
(c) The people of the town gossiped about the stranger as ...
(i} he did not go out or talk to anyone in the town.
(ii} he had met with an accident and his face was bandaged.
(iii} he was new to the town and behaved rudely.
(iv) he stayed in his room and did not show his face to anyone.
(d) 'There was a rush of burglaries in the town. This means that ________
(i} there were many robberies in the town.
(ii) a few people in the town had seen a rob her.
(iii} the burglaries in the town were done in a rush.
(iv) the burglar was a rash and careless man.
(e) Although Jimson and Dr Cuss are suspicious of the strange guest, Mrs Hall tolerates him because ....
(i} she is not superstitious or ignorant.
(ii) she is sorry for the stranger who is bandaged.
(iii} the stranger is paying her a good amount of money for the room.
(iv} the stranger is polite and kind to Mrs Hall at all times.
(f) The stranger who was staying at the inn can be described as being ....
(I} violent
(ii} upright
(iii} dishonest
(iv) sensible
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Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow.
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Neighbours went hastily to the old tumble-down hut, in which she had secured little more than a place of shelter from summer heats and winter cold: some with grave-clothes for a decent interment of the body; and some with food for the half-starving children, three in number. Of these, John, the oldest, a boy of twelve, was a stout lad, able to earn his living with any farmer. Kate, between ten and eleven, was bright, active girl, out of whom something clever might be made, if in good hands; but poor little Maggie, the youngest, was hopelessly diseased. Two years before a fall from a window had injured her spine, and she had not been able to leave her bed since, except when lifted in the arms of her mother.
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The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
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From boulder to boulder she came leaping like a rock goat. Sometimes it had seemed difficult to cross these stones, especially the big gap in the middle where the river coursed through like a bulge of glass. But now she came on wings, choosing her footing in midair without even thinking about it, and in one moment she was beside the shrieking woman. In the boiling bloody water, the face of the crocodile, fastened round her leg, was tugging to and fro, and smiling. His eyes rolled on to Sibia. One slap of the tail could kill her. He struck. Up shot the water, twenty feet, and fell like a silver chain. Again! The rock jumped under the blow. But in the daily heroism of the jungle, as common as a thorn tree, Sibia did not hesitate. She aimed at the reptile’s eyes. With all the force of her little body, she drove the hayfork at the eyes, and one prong went in—right in— while its pair scratched past on the horny cheek. The crocodile reared up in convulsion, till half his lizard body was out of the river, the tail and nose nearly meeting over his stony back. Then he crashed back, exploding the water, and in an uproar of bloody foam he disappeared. He would die. Not yet, but presently, though his death would not be known for days; not till his stomach, blown with gas, floated him. Then perhaps he would be found upside down among the logs at the timber boom, with pus in his eye. Sibia got arms round the fainting woman, and somehow dragged her from the water.
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Why does Sibia think of the two brass vessels when the Gujar woman is attacked?
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“Will it be seven more years?” “Yes. Seven.” Then one of them gave a little cry. “Margot!” “What?” “She’s still in the closet where we locked her.” “Margot.”
They stood as if someone had driven them, like so many stakes, into the floor. They looked at each other and then looked away. They glanced out at the world that was raining now and raining and raining steadily. They could not meet each other’s glances. Their faces were solemn and pale. They looked at their hands and feet, their faces down. “Margot.” One of the girls said, “Well.. .?” No one moved. “Go on,” whispered the girl. They walked slowly down the hall in the sound of the cold rain. They turned through the doorway to the room in the sound of the storm and thunder, lightning on their faces, blue and terrible. They walked over to the closet door slowly and stood by it. Behind the closed door was only silence. They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out.
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