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Read the following sentences. a) If she knows we have a cat, Paati will leave the house. (b) She won’t be so upset if she knows about the poor beggar with sores on his feet. c) If the chappals do

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Read the following sentences.

a) If she knows we have a cat, Paati will leave the house.

(b) She won’t be so upset if she knows about the poor beggar with sores on his feet.

c) If the chappals do fit, will you really not mind? Notice that each sentence consists of two parts. The first part begins with ‘if’. It is known as if-clause.

Rewrite each of the following pairs of sentences as a single sentence. Use ‘if’ at the beginning of the sentence

Work hard. You’ll pass the examination in the first division

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If you work hard, you’ll pass the examination in the first division.

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पाठ 2.1: A Gift of Chappals - Working with Language [पृष्ठ ३०]

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पाठ 2.1 A Gift of Chappals
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“No, dear,” he answered, in a kind voice, going to the bed, and stooping down over the child, “You she’n’t be left here alone.” Then he wrapped her with the gentleness almost of a woman, in the clean bedclothes which some neighbor had brought; and, lifting her in his strong arms, bore her out into the air and across the field that lay between the hovel and his home.

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