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Write ‘True’ or ‘False’ against each of the following.
(i)Soapy stole a man’s umbrella. ______
(ii) The owner of the umbrella offered to give it to Soapy. _______
(iii) The man had stolen the umbrella that was now Soapy’s. ________
(iv) Soapy threw away the umbrella. ______
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Solution
(i) Soapy stole a man’s umbrella. - True
(ii) The owner of the umbrella offered to give it to Soapy. - False
(iii) The man had stolen the umbrella that was now Soapy’s. - True
(iv) Soapy threw away the umbrella. - True
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