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Question
From the third paragraph pick out
(i) words associated with cries of birds,
(ii) words associated with noise,
(iii) words suggestive of confusion and fear.
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Solution
(i) Words associated with cries of birds. - Whispered, twitter, squeal, cheeps.
(ii) Words associated with noise. - Stir, rustling, scampered.
(iii) Words suggestive of confusion and fear. -Bewildered, blindly seeking
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"Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
Young Peterkin, he cries;
And little wilhelmine looks up
with wonder-waiting eyes;
"Now tell us all about the war,
And what they fought each other for."
"It was the English," Kaspar cried,
"Who put the French to rout;
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And he was forced to fly;
So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.
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Was wasted far and wide,
And many a childing mother then,
And new-born baby died;
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At every famous victory;
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“You’ll excuse me for speaking, miss, but, I see you’re acquainted with the marshall here. If you’ll ask him to speak a word for me when we get to the pen he’ll do it, and it’ll make things easier for me there. He’s taking me to Leavenworth prison. It’s seven years for counterfeiting.”
“Oh!” said the girl, with a deep breath and returning color. “So that is what you are doing out here? A marshal!”
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Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow.
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