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प्रश्न
Why did the customer hate Mr. Purcell?
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उत्तर
The customer noticed that Mr. Purcell had imprisoned birds and animals to earn money. He had robbed them of their freedom. The customer loved freedom. So he hated Mr.Purcell.
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"I don't suppose you recognize me." Bipin Babu felt ill at ease. It didn't seem that he had ever encountered this man before. The face seemed quite unfamiliar.
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The man looked greatly surprised. "We met every day for a whole week. I arranged for a car to take you to the Hudroo falls. My name is Parimal Chose."
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The man now laughed aloud.
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"Very strange. One evening I had tea with you on the verandah of your bungalow.
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Unless he was losing his mind!
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One word answers or short phrases will be accepted.
(i) persisted (line 7)
(ii) decade (line 38)
(iii) intruder (line 43)
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(ii) How did he get rid of visitors who stayed late?
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