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What Does Jerome Say Was Montmorency’S Ambition in Life? What Do You Think of Montmorency and Why? - English (Moments)

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What does Jerome say was Montmorency’s ambition in life? What do you think of
Montmorency and why?

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Jerome says Montmorency’s ambition in life was to get in the way and he sworn at. Montmorency was a mischievous little dog who loved creating troubles for others. I think that Montmorency was a perfect nuisance because whenever he found people busy with their work, he might feel bored and wanted to get involved. He meant no trouble intentionally. But when people shouted at him or threw things at his head, he got discouraged and then went away to sit silently, which the narrator calls as the fulfilment of his conceit.

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