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प्रश्न
What was the noise that startled Mridu and frightened Mahendran?
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उत्तर
The noise that startled Mridu and frightened Mahendran was an unusual sound, a 'kreech'. This 'kreeching' was actually Lalli's attempts at learning to play the violin.
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Answer the following question in one or two sentences.
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(ii) after coming back from his office?
(iii) on Sundays?
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based on reason; sensible; reasonable : _________
We notice lots of details about people and their appearance, but in order to
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add words of your own to describe people.
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| over weight | sharp-featured |
| A | B | C | D | |
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It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian’s night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man’s trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
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How does Seattle predict the future of his tribe to be?
The boy looked up. He took his hands from his face and looked up at his teacher. The light from Mr. Oliver’s torch fell on the boy’s face, if you could call it a face. He had no eyes, ears, nose or mouth. It was just a round smooth head with a school cap on top of it.
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What is it, Sahib? Asked the watchman, has there been an accident? Why are you running?
I saw something, something horrible, a boy weeping in the forest and he had no face.
No face, Sahib?
No eyes, no nose, mouth, nothing.
Do you mean it was like this, Sahib? asked the watchman, and raised the lamp to his own face. The watchman had no eyes, no ears, no features at all, not even an eyebrow. The wind blew the lamp out and Mr. Oliver had his heart attack.
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Oh, come on, boy. You shouldn’t be out here at this hour. Tell me the trouble. Look up.
Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow.
Describe the posture of the boy.
Its a cruel thing to leave her so.”
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Who said, ‘It’s a cruel thing to leave her so.’ Why did he say this?
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“Yes, sir.” Her voice struck a chord that quivered in a low strain of music.
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Why we cannot use water to put out some fires?
Why did the narrator climb the trees?
Why did the farmer think of having a pet?
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No animal can survive without water.
Multiple Choice Question:
How are words related to ideas?
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