tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71712749296873452762024-03-05T21:49:27.512-04:00Mr. Quiñones-English ClassThis blog is intended as an educational tool for ESL students from Catalina Morales de Flores. Student will find material already discussed in class and movies that present life lessons recommended by the Mr. Quiñones. Students will also recieve proper recognition for academic achievements.Jaime Quiñoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03147851251713551857noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274929687345276.post-85939736349897710242015-01-25T23:34:00.002-04:002015-01-25T23:34:15.324-04:00"Charles "<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Pre- Reading Activity: Vocabulary</b><br />
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<b>Title:</b> Charles<br />
<b>Author:</b> Shirley Jackson<br />
<b>Pre-reading:</b> Vocabulary<br />
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1. renounced: to give up, refuse, or resign usually by formal declaration<br />
2. tot: a small child<br />
3. swaggering: to walk with a conceited swing or strut<br />
4. insolently: rude, disrespectful, or bold in behavior or language<br />
5. addressing : to direct the attention of (oneself)<br />
6. spanked: to hit on the buttocks with the open hand<br />
7. deprived : to stop from having something<br />
8. reassuringly: to restore confidence to : free from fear<br />
9. anxiously: uneasy in mind : worried<br />
10. passionately: strong feeling; filled with emotions as distinguished from reason<br />
11. simultaneously: occurring or operating at the same time<br />
12. solemnly: highly serious <br />
13. heartily: giving full support; also jovial<br />
14. shrugged: to hunch (the shoulders) up to express aloofness, indifference, or<br />
uncertainty<br />
15. reformation: the state of correcting or improving one's own character or habits<br />
16. incredulously: expressing disbelief, skeptical<br />
17. plotting: to make a plan of<br />
18. awed: respectful fear inspired by authority<br />
19. unwisely: not showing good sense or good judgment : foolish<br />
20. matronly: a married person usually of dignified maturity or social distinction<br />
21. haggard: having a worn or emaciated appearance<br />
22. primly: stiffly formal and precise<br />
23. lapses: to sink or slip gradually <br />
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<b>CHARLES<br />by Shirley Jackson</b><br />
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The day my son Laurie started kindergarten he renounced corduroy overalls with<br />
bibs and began wearing blue jeans with a belt; I watched him go off the first morning<br />
with the older girl next door, seeing clearly that an era of my life was ended, my sweet voiced nursery-school tot replaced by a long-trouser, swaggering character who forgot to stop at the corner and wave good-bye to me.<br />
He came running home the same way, the front door slamming open, his cap on<br />
the floor, and the voice suddenly become raucous shouting, “Isn’t anybody here?”<br />
At lunch he spoke insolently to his father, spilled his baby sister’s milk, and<br />
remarked that his teacher said we were not to take the name of the Lord in vain.<br />
“How was school today?” I asked, elaborately casual.<br />
“All right,” he said.<br />
“Did you learn anything?” his father asked.<br />
Laurie regarded his father coldly. “I didn’t learn nothing,” he said.<br />
“Anything,” I said. “Didn’t learn anything.”<br />
“The teacher spanked a boy, though,” Laurie said, addressing his bread and butter.<br />
“For being fresh,” he added, with his mouth full.<br />
“What did he do?” I asked. “Who was it?”<br />
Laurie thought. “It was Charles,” he said. “He was fresh. The teacher spanked<br />
him and made him stand in the corner. He was awfully fresh.”<br />
“What did he do?” I asked again, but Laurie slid off his chair, took a cookie, and<br />
left, while his father was still saying, “See here, young man.”<br />
The next day Laurie remarked at lunch, as soon as he sat down, “Well, Charles<br />
was bad again today.” He grinned enormously and said, “Today Charles hit the teacher.”<br />
“Good heavens,” I said, mindful of the Lord’s name, “I suppose he got spanked<br />
again?”<br />
“He sure did,” Laurie said. “Look up,” he said to his father.<br />
“What?” his father said, looking up.<br />
“Look down,” Laurie said. “Look at my thumb. Gee, you’re dumb.” He began<br />
to laugh insanely.<br />
“Why did Charles hit the teacher?” I asked quickly.<br />
“Because she tried to make him color with red crayons,” Laurie said. “Charles<br />
wanted to color with green crayons so he hit the teacher and she spanked him and said<br />
nobody play with Charles but everybody did.”<br />
The third day—it was a Wednesday of the first week—Charles bounced a see-saw<br />
on to the head of a little girl and made her bleed, and the teacher made him stay inside all<br />
during recess. Thursday Charles had to stand in a corner during story-time because he<br />
kept pounding his feet on the floor. Friday Charles was deprived of black-board<br />
privileges because he threw chalk.<br />
On Saturday I remarked to my husband, “Do you think kindergarten is too<br />
unsettling for Laurie? All this toughness and bad grammar, and this Charles boy sounds<br />
like such a bad influence.”<br />
“It’ll be alright,” my husband said reassuringly. “Bound to be people like Charles<br />
in the world. Might as well meet them now as later.”<br />
On Monday Laurie came home late, full of news. “Charles,” he shouted as he<br />
came up the hill; I was waiting anxiously on the front steps. “Charles,” Laurie yelled all<br />
the way up the hill, “Charles was bad again.”<br />
“Come right in,” I said, as soon as he came close enough. “Lunch is waiting.”<br />
“You know what Charles did?” he demanded following me through the door.<br />
“Charles yelled so in school they sent a boy in from first grade to tell the teacher she had to make Charles keep quiet, and so Charles had to stay after school. And so all the<br />
children stayed to watch him.<br />
“What did he do?” I asked.<br />
“He just sat there,” Laurie said, climbing into his chair at the table. “Hi, Pop,<br />
You old dust mop.”<br />
“Charles had to stay after school today,” I told my husband. “Everyone stayed<br />
with him.”<br />
“What does this Charles look like?” my husband asked Laurie. “What’s his other<br />
name?”<br />
“He’s bigger than me,” Laurie said. “And he doesn’t have any rubbers and he<br />
doesn’t wear a jacket.”<br />
Monday night was the first Parent-Teachers meeting, and only the fact that the<br />
baby had a cold kept me from going; I wanted passionately to meet Charles’s mother. On<br />
Tuesday Laurie remarked suddenly, “Our teacher had a friend come to see her in school<br />
today.”<br />
“Charles’s mother?” my husband and I asked simultaneously.<br />
“Naaah,” Laurie said scornfully. “It was a man who came and made us do<br />
exercises, we had to touch our toes. Look.” He climbed down from his chair and<br />
squatted down and touched his toes. “Like this,” he said. He got solemnly back into his<br />
chair and said, picking up his fork, “Charles didn’t even do exercises.”<br />
“That’s fine,” I said heartily. “Didn’t Charles want to do exercises?”<br />
“Naaah,” Laurie said. “Charles was so fresh to the teacher’s friend he wasn’t let<br />
do exercises.”<br />
“Fresh again?” I said.<br />
“He kicked the teacher’s friend,” Laurie said. “The teacher’s friend just told<br />
Charles to touch his toes like I just did and Charles kicked him.<br />
“What are they going to do about Charles, do you suppose?” Laurie’s father<br />
asked him.<br />
Laurie shrugged elaborately. “Throw him out of school, I guess,” he said.<br />
Wednesday and Thursday were routine; Charles yelled during story hour and hit a<br />
boy in the stomach and made him cry. On Friday Charles stayed after school again and<br />
so did all the other children.<br />
With the third week of kindergarten Charles was an institution in our family; the<br />
baby was being a Charles when she cried all afternoon; Laurie did a Charles when he<br />
filled his wagon full of mud and pulled it through the kitchen; even my husband, when he<br />
caught his elbow in the telephone cord and pulled the telephone and a bowl of flowers off<br />
the table, said, after the first minute, “Looks like Charles.”<br />
During the third and fourth weeks it looked like a reformation in Charles; Laurie<br />
reported grimly at lunch on Thursday of the third week, “Charles was so good today the<br />
teacher gave him an apple.”<br />
“What?” I said, and my husband added warily, “You mean Charles?”<br />
“Charles,” Laurie said. “He gave the crayons around and he picked up the books<br />
afterward and the teacher said he was her helper.”<br />
“What happened?” I asked incredulously.<br />
“He was her helper, that’s all,” Laurie said, and shrugged.<br />
“Can this be true about Charles?” I asked my husband that night. “Can something<br />
like this happen?”<br />
“Wait and see,” my husband said cynically. “When you’ve got a Charles to deal<br />
with, this may mean he’s only plotting.” He seemed to be wrong. For over a week<br />
Charles was the teacher’s helper; each day he handed things out and he picked things up;<br />
no one had to stay after school.<br />
“The PTA meeting’s next week again,” I told my husband one evening. “I’m<br />
going to find Charles’s mother there.”<br />
“Ask her what happened to Charles,” my husband said. “I’d like to know.”<br />
“I’d like to know myself,” I said.<br />
On Friday of that week things were back to normal. “You know what Charles did<br />
today?” Laurie demanded at the lunch table, in a voice slightly awed. “He told a little<br />
girl to say a word and she said it and the teacher washed her mouth out with soap and<br />
Charles laughed.”<br />
“What word?” his father asked unwisely, and Laurie said, “I’ll have to whisper it<br />
to you, it’s so bad.” He got down off his chair and went around to his father. His father<br />
bent his head down and Laurie whispered joyfully. His father’s eyes widened.<br />
“Did Charles tell the little girls to say that?” he asked respectfully.<br />
“She said it twice,” Laurie said. “Charles told her to say it twice.”<br />
“What happened to Charles?” my husband asked.<br />
“Nothing,” Laurie said. “He was passing out the crayons.”<br />
Monday morning Charles abandoned the little girl and said the evil word himself<br />
three or four times, getting his mouth washed out with soap each time. He also threw<br />
chalk.<br />
My husband came to the door with me that evening as I set out for the PTA<br />
meeting. “Invite her over for a cup of tea after the meeting,” he said. “I want to get a<br />
look at her.”<br />
“If only she’s there.” I said prayerfully.<br />
“She’ll be there,” my husband said. “I don’t see how they could hold a PTA<br />
meeting without Charles’s mother.”<br />
At the meeting I sat restlessly, scanning each comfortable matronly face, trying to<br />
determine which one hid the secret of Charles. None of them looked to me haggard<br />
enough. No one stood up in the meeting and apologized for the way her son had been<br />
acting. No one mentioned Charles.<br />
After the meeting I identified and sought out Laurie’s kindergarten teacher. She<br />
had a plate with a cup of tea and a piece of chocolate cake; I had a plate with a cup of tea<br />
and a piece of marshmallow cake. We manoeuvred up to one another cautiously, and<br />
smiled.<br />
“I’ve been so anxious to meet you,” I said. “I’m Laurie’s mother.”<br />
“We’re all so interested in Laurie,” she said.<br />
“Well, he certainly likes kindergarten,” I said. “He talks about it all the time.”<br />
“We had a little trouble adjusting, the first week or so,” she said primly, “but now<br />
he’s a fine helper. With an occasional lapses, of course.”<br />
“Laurie usually adjusts very quickly,” I said. “I suppose this time it’s Charles’s<br />
influence.”<br />
“Charles?”<br />
“Yes,” I said, laughing, “you must have your hands full in that kindergarten, with<br />
Charles.”<br />
“Charles?” she said. “We don’t have any Charles in the kindergarten.”<br />
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<span class="A7"><span style="font-size: 68pt;"><em>T</em></span></span><span class="A3"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">HE COP MOVED ALONG THE STREET, LOOKING </span></span><span style="font-family: "Goudy","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Goudy;">strong
and important. This was the way he always moved. He was not thinking of how he
looked. There were few people on the street to see him. It was only about ten
at night, but it was cold and there was a wind with a little rain in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Goudy","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Goudy;">He stopped at doors as he walked along, trying each door to be
sure that it was closed for the night. Now and then he turned and looked up and
down the street. He was a fine-looking cop, watchful, guarding the peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Goudy","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Goudy;">People in this part of
the city went home early. Now and then you might see the lights of a shop or of
a small restaurant, but most of the doors belonged to business places that had
been closed hours ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then the cop suddenly slowed his walk. Near the door of a
darkened shop a man was standing. As the cop walked toward him, the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">man spoke quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It’s all right, officer,” he said. “I’m waiting for a
friend. Twenty years ago we agreed to meet here tonight. It sounds strange to
you, doesn’t it? I’ll explain if you want to be sure that everything’s all
right. About twenty years ago there was a restaurant where this shop stands.
‘Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It was here until five years ago,” said the cop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The man near the door had a colorless square face with
bright </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">eyes, and a little white mark near his right eye. He had a
large jewel in his necktie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Twenty years ago tonight,” said the man, “I had dinner here
with Jimmy Wells. He was my best friend and the best fellow in the world. He
and I grew up together here in New York, like two brothers. I was eighteen and
Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West. I was going to
find a job and make a great success. You couldn’t have pulled Jimmy out of New
York. He thought it was the only place on earth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“We agreed that night that we would meet here again in
twenty years. We thought that in twenty years we would know what kind of men we
were, and what future waited for us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It sounds interesting,” said the cop. “A long time between
meetings, it seems to me. Have you heard from your friend since you went West?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yes, for a time we did write to each other,” said the man,
“but after a year or two, we stopped. The West is big. I moved around
everywhere, and I moved quickly. I know that Jimmy will meet me here if he can.
He was as true as any man in the world. He’ll never forget. I came a thousand
miles to stand here tonight, but I’ll be glad about that, if my old friend
comes too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The waiting man took out a fine watch, covered with small
jewels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Three minutes before ten,” he said. “It was ten that night
when we said goodbye here at the restaurant door.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You were successful
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I surely was! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a
slow mover. I’ve had to fight for my success. In New York a man doesn’t change
much. In the West you learn how to fight for what you get.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I’ll go on my way,” he said. “I hope your friend comes all
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If he isn’t here at ten, are you going to leave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I am not!” said the other. “I’ll wait half an hour, at
least. If Jimmy is alive on earth, he’ll be here by that time. Good night,
officer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Good night,” said the cop, and walked away, trying doors as
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There was now a cold rain falling and the wind was stronger.
The </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">few people walking along that street were hurrying, trying
to keep warm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the door of the
shop stood the man who had come a thousand miles to meet a friend. Such a
meeting could not be certain, but he waited.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a
long coat came hurrying across the street. He went directly to the waiting man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Is that you, Bob?” he asked, doubtfully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Is that you, Jimmy Wells?” cried the man at the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The new man took the other man’s hands in his. “It’s Bob! It
surely is. I was certain I would find you here if you were still alive. Twenty
years is a long time. The old restaurant is gone, Bob. I wish it were here, so
that we could have another dinner in it. Has the West been good to you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It gave me everything I asked for. You’ve changed, Jimmy. I
never thought you were so tall.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh, I grew a little after I was twenty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Are you doing well in New York, Jimmy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well enough. I work for the city. Come on, Bob, We’ll go to
a place I know, and have a good long talk about old times.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The two men started along the street, arm in arm. The man
from the West was beginning to tell the story of his life. The other, with his </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">coat up to his ears, listened with interest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the corner stood a shop bright with electric lights. When
they came near, each turned to look at the other’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The man from the West stopped suddenly and pulled his arm
away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You’re not Jimmy Wells,” he said. “Twenty years is a long
time, but not long enough to change the shape of a man’s nose.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one,” said the
tall man. “You’ve been under arrest for ten minutes, Bob. Chicago cops thought
you might be coming to New York. They told us to watch for<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">you. Are you coming with me quietly? That’s wise, but first
here is something I was asked to give you. You may read it here at the window.
It’s from a cop named Wells.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The man from the West opened the little piece of paper. His
hand began to shake a little as he read.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Bob: I was at the place on time. I saw the face of the man
wanted by Chicago cops. I didn’t want to arrest you myself. So I went and got
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">JIMMY.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The hares were so persecuted by the other beasts, they did not know where to go. As soon as they saw a single animal approach them, off they used to run. One day they saw a troop of wild horses stampeding about, and in quite a panic all the hares scuttled off to a lake near by, determined to drown themselves rather than live in such a continual state of fear but just as they got near the bank of the lake, a troop of frogs, frightened in their turn by the approach of the hares scuttled off, and jumped into the water. "Truly," said one of the hares, "things are not so bad as they seem:<br />
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Moral : "There is always someone worse off than yourself."
Jaime Quiñoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03147851251713551857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274929687345276.post-26619866004992862932014-10-22T13:39:00.002-04:002014-10-22T13:39:41.047-04:00Genres<iframe src="https://app.box.com/embed_widget/s/9g45acpgu6fcucd4ncyo?theme=blue" width="500" height="400" frameborder="0"allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe>Jaime Quiñoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03147851251713551857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274929687345276.post-22354833975816881952014-10-22T13:38:00.000-04:002014-10-22T13:38:12.615-04:00Types of Paragraphs<iframe src="https://app.box.com/embed_widget/s/3yqw2px78hf2d34almin?theme=blue" width="500" height="400" frameborder="0"allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe>Jaime Quiñoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03147851251713551857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274929687345276.post-1519265470105202162014-10-22T13:37:00.000-04:002014-10-22T13:37:05.921-04:00Five Steps of the Writing ProcessTHE FIVE STEPS OF THE WRITING PROCESS
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<strong>STEP 1:</strong> <em>PREWRITING
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Decide on a topic to write about. <br />
Consider who will read or listen to your written work. <br />
Brainstorm ideas about the subject. <br />
List places where you can research information.<br />
Do your research.
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<strong>STEP 2:</strong> <em>DRAFTING
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Put the information you researched into your own words. <br />
Write sentences and paragraphs even if they are not perfect. <br />
Read what you have written and judge if it says what you mean. <br />
Show it to others and ask for suggestions.
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<strong>STEP 3:</strong> <em>REVISING
MAKE IT BETTER</em><br />
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Read what you have written again. <br />
Think about what others said about it. <br />
Rearrange words or sentences.<br />
Take out or add parts. <br />
Replace overused or unclear words. <br />
Read your writing aloud to be sure it flows smoothly.
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<strong>STEP 4:</strong> <em>PROOFREADING
MAKE IT CORRECT</em><br />
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Be sure all sentences are complete. <br />
Correct spelling, capitalization, and punctuation.<br />
Change words that are not used correctly. <br />
Have someone check your work. <br />
Recopy it correctly and neatly.
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<strong>STEP 5:</strong><em> PUBLISHING
SHARE THE FINISHED PRODUCT</em> <br />
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Read your writing aloud to a group. <br />
Create a book of your work. <br />
Send a copy to a friend or relative. <br />
Put your writing on display. <br />
Illustrate, perform, or set your creation to music. <br />
Congratulate yourself on a job well done!Jaime Quiñoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03147851251713551857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274929687345276.post-67574803512679733542014-10-22T13:20:00.001-04:002014-10-22T13:38:33.811-04:00Editing Marks<iframe src="https://app.box.com/embed_widget/s/knt8u6ricbbh86osh14m?theme=blue" width="500" height="400" frameborder="0"allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe>Jaime Quiñoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03147851251713551857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274929687345276.post-65412751997717127242014-09-17T14:34:00.001-04:002014-09-22T09:40:44.717-04:00A Slander<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2. master : one having authority or control.<br />
3. drawing room: a formal reception room.<br />
4. flitting: to pass or move quickly from place to place.<br />
5. swallowtails: tailcoat.<br />
6. hubbub: a state of commotion or excitement.<br />
7. din: a loud confused mixture of noises.<br />
8. hurriedly: to move or act with haste.<br />
9. sentry : guard.<br />
10. queer : weird, strange, differing from the usual.<br />
11. supper : an evening meal.<br />
12. fumes: smoke, vapor or gas.<br />
13. sturgeon: a large food fish valuable as a source of caviar.<br />
14. grin: to draw back the lips so as to show the teeth, especially in amusement.<br />
15. stealthy : secretly<br />
16. relish: enjoyment or delight in something.<br />
17. piquancy: pleasantly savory.<br />
18. avail: to be use or advantage.<br />
19. propensities: an often intense natural inclination or preference.<br />
20. scoundrel: a disreputable person.<br />
21. cholera: an often fatal epidemic disease.</span></div>
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Just at midnight the master of the house went into the kitchen to see whether everything was ready for supper. The kitchen from floor to ceiling was filled with fumes composed of goose, duck, and many other odours. On two tables the accessories, the drinks and light refreshments, were set out in artistic disorder. The cook, Marfa, a red-faced woman whose figure was like a barrel with a belt around it, was bustling about the tables.<br />
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"Show me the sturgeon, Marfa," said Ahineev, rubbing his hands and licking his lips. "What a perfume! I could eat up the whole kitchen. Come, show me the sturgeon."<br />
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Marfa went up to one of the benches and cautiously lifted a piece of greasy newspaper. Under the paper on an immense dish there reposed a huge sturgeon, masked in jelly and decorated with capers, olives, and carrots. Ahineev gazed at the sturgeon and gasped. His face beamed, he turned his eyes up. He bent down and with his lips emitted the sound of an ungreased wheel. After standing a moment he snapped his fingers with delight and once more smacked his lips.<br />
"Ah-ah! the sound of a passionate kiss. . . . Who is it you're kissing out there, little Marfa?" came a voice from the next room, and in the doorway there appeared the cropped head of the assistant usher, Vankin. "Who is it? A-a-h! . . . Delighted to meet you! Sergei Kapitonich! You're a fine grandfather, I must say! Tête-à-tête with the fair sex--tette!"<br />
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"I'm not kissing," said Ahineev in confusion. "Who told you so, you fool? I was only . . . I smacked my lips . . . in reference to . . . as an indication of. . . pleasure . . . at the sight of the fish."<br />
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"Tell that to the marines!" The intrusive face vanished, wearing a broad grin.<br />
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Ahineev flushed.<br />
"Hang it!" he thought, "the beast will go now and talk scandal. He'll disgrace me to all the town, the brute."<br />
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Ahineev went timidly into the drawing-room and looked stealthily round for Vankin. Vankin was standing by the piano, and, bending down with a jaunty air, was whispering something to the inspector's sister-in-law, who was laughing.<br />
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"Talking about me!" thought Ahineev. "About me, blast him! And she believes it . . . believes it! She laughs! Mercy on us! No, I can't let it pass . . . I can't. I must do something to prevent his being believed. . . . I'll speak to them all, and he'll be shown up for a fool and a gossip."<br />
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Ahineev scratched his head, and still overcome with embarrassment, went up to Pasdequoi.<br />
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"I've just been in the kitchen to see after the supper," he said to the Frenchman. "I know you are fond of fish, and I've a sturgeon, my dear fellow, beyond everything! A yard and a half long! Ha, ha, ha! And, by the way . . . I was just forgetting. . . . In the kitchen just now, with that sturgeon . . . quite a little story! I went into the kitchen just now and wanted to look at the supper dishes. I looked at the sturgeon and I smacked my lips with relish . . . at the piquancy of it. And at the very moment that fool Vankin came in and said: . . . 'Ha, ha, ha! . . . So you're kissing here!' Kissing Marfa, the cook! What a thing to imagine, silly fool! The woman is a perfect fright, like all the beasts put together, and he talks about kissing! Queer fish!"<br />
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"Who's a queer fish?" asked Tarantulov, coming up.<br />
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"Why he, over there -- Vankin! I went into the kitchen . . ."<br />
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And he told the story of Vankin. ". . . He amused me, queer fish! I'd rather kiss a dog than Marfa, if you ask me," added Ahineev. He looked round and saw behind him Mzda.<br />
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"We were talking of Vankin," he said. "Queer fish, he is! He went into the kitchen, saw me beside Marfa, and began inventing all sorts of silly stories. 'Why are you kissing?' he says. He must have had a drop too much. 'And I'd rather kiss a turkeycock than Marfa,' I said, 'And I've a wife of my own, you fool,' said I. He did amuse me!"<br />
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"Who amused you?" asked the priest who taught Scripture in the school, going up to Ahineev.<br />
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"Vankin. I was standing in the kitchen, you know, looking at the sturgeon. . . ."<br />
And so on. Within half an hour or so all the guests knew the incident of the sturgeon and Vankin.<br />
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"Let him tell away now!" thought Ahineev, rubbing his hands. "Let him! He'll begin telling his story and they'll say to him at once, 'Enough of your improbable nonsense, you fool, we know all about it!' "<br />
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And Ahineev was so relieved that in his joy he drank four glasses too many. After escorting the young people to their room, he went to bed and slept like an innocent babe, and next day he thought no more of the incident with the sturgeon. But, alas! man proposes, but God disposes. An evil tongue did its evil work, and Ahineev's strategy was of no avail. Just a week later -- to be precise, on Wednesday after the third lesson -- when Ahineev was standing in the middle of the teacher's room, holding forth on the vicious propensities of a boy called Visekin, the head master went up to him and drew him aside:<br />
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"Look here, Sergei Kapitonich," said the head master, "you must excuse me. . . . It's not my business; but all the same I must make you realize. . . . It's my duty. You see, there are rumors that you are romancing with that . . . cook. . . . It's nothing to do with me, but . . . flirt with her, kiss her . . . as you please, but don't let it be so public, please. I entreat you! Don't forget that you're a schoolmaster."<br />
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Ahineev turned cold and faint. He went home like a man stung by a whole swarm of bees, like a man scalded with boiling water. As he walked home, it seemed to him that the whole town was looking at him as though he were smeared with pitch. At home fresh trouble awaited him.<br />
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"Why aren't you gobbling up your food as usual?" his wife asked him at dinner. "What are you so pensive about? Brooding over your amours? Pining for your Marfa? I know all about it, Mohammedan! Kind friends have opened my eyes! O-o-o! . . . you savage!"<br />
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And she slapped him in the face. He got up from the table, not feeling the earth under his feet, and without his hat or coat, made his way to Vankin. He found him at home.<br />
"You scoundrel!" he addressed him. "Why have you covered me with mud before all the town? Why did you set this slander going about me?"<br />
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"What slander? What are you talking about?"<br />
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"Who was it gossiped of my kissing Marfa? Wasn't it you? Tell me that. Wasn't it you, you brigand?"<br />
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Vankin blinked and twitched in every fibre of his battered countenance, raised his eyes to the icon and articulated, "God blast me! Strike me blind and lay me out, if I said a single word about you! May I be left without house and home, may I be stricken with worse than cholera!"<br />
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Vankin's sincerity did not admit of doubt. It was evidently not he who was the author of the slander.<br />
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"But who, then, who?" Ahineev wondered, going over all his acquaintances in his mind and beating himself on the breast. "Who, then?"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-style: normal;">2. Who informed Ahineev about the rumors being spread? What advice did this person give him?</span></i></span></span></div>
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<b>Line 1:</b> first name/nickname of the person in the poem<br />
<b>Line 2</b>: 4 adjectives which describe the person<br />
<b>Line 3:</b> X of Y formula, about an important relationship to the person<br />
<b>Line 4:</b> 3 things s/he loves<br />
<b>Line 5:</b>3 things that scare her/him<br />
<b>Line 6:</b> 3 things s/he wants to see<br />
<b>Line 7:</b> resident of...a place or time or concept<br />
<b>Line 8:</b> last name of the person in the poem
Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry. It often centers around nature.<br />
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HAIKU</h2>
Haiku poems don’t rhyme; they follow a pattern. The pattern for haiku is the <br />
following:<br />
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Line 1: 5 syllables<br />
Line 2: 7 syllables<br />
Line 3: 5 syllables<br />
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Examples:<br />
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Here's a Haiku to help you remember:<br />
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<b>1. Haiku</b><br />
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I am first with five<br />
Then seven in the middle --<br />
Five again to end.<br />
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<b>2. The Rainbow </b><br />
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After summer's rain <br />
God's promise is remembered <br />
glorious rainbow <br />
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<b>3. Snowflakes</b><br />
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Snowflakes are our friends<br />
They descend when winter comes<br />
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<b>Sensory Images</b><br />
<b>Very Early</b>by: Karla Kusskin <br />
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When I wake in the early mist<br />
The sun has hardly shown<br />
And everything is still asleep<br />
And I'm awake alone.<br />
The stars are faint and flickering.<br />
The Sun is new and shy.<br />
And all the world sleeps quietly,<br />
Except the sun and I.<br />
And then beginning noise start,<br />
The whirrs and huff and hums,<br />
The birds peep out to find a worm,<br />
The mice squek out for crumbs,<br />
The calf moos out to find the cow,<br />
And taste the morning air<br />
And everything is wide awake<br />
And running everywhere.<br />
The dew has dried<br />
The fields are warm,<br />
The day is loud and brighter,<br />
And the I'm the one who woke the sun<br />
And kissed the stars goodnigt.<br />
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<b>Rhyme</b><br />
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Bugs and worms come out in spring <br />
They wiggle, squiggle,fly,and sting<br />
Some are brown and some are green<br />
Some so small they can't be seen.<br />
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Fuzzy wuzzy,creepy crawly<br />
Catepillar funny<br />
You will be a butterfly<br />
When the days are sunny .<br />
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The soft white snow <br />
Like cotton fell<br />
Covering the earth <br />
From head to ___________.<br />
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The rabbits hopped <br />
The horses shied<br />
While in the tree<br />
The robins ___________<br />
To listen to the spring.<br />
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There is no one in the world like Pop.<br />
I laugh at him til I can't ___________.<br />
He's round and fat and jolly, too.<br />
There's nothing that he cannot ___________.<br />
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<b>Alliteration and Onomatopoeia</b><br />
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1)The firecrackers snapped in the dark light<br />
While sizzling sparklers flashed bright light.<br />
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2) When the attic floor creaked <br />
Flashes of moonlight streaked<br />
Across the ancient window<br />
While thunder beat a crescendo.<br />
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3)The mighty surf crashed the shore<br />
The bubbles bursting in foam<br />
Angry gulls cried overhead<br />
And they wheeled away toward home.<br />
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4) As the parade passed by<br />
The trumpets blared <br />
And the drums beat a rapid tattoo<br />
The crowd roared and saluted the flag<br />
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<span class="A7"><span style="font-size: 68pt;"><em>T</em></span></span><span class="A3"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">HE COP MOVED ALONG THE STREET, LOOKING </span></span><span style="font-family: "Goudy","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Goudy;">strong
and important. This was the way he always moved. He was not thinking of how he
looked. There were few people on the street to see him. It was only about ten
at night, but it was cold and there was a wind with a little rain in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Goudy","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Goudy;">He stopped at doors as he walked along, trying each door to be
sure that it was closed for the night. Now and then he turned and looked up and
down the street. He was a fine-looking cop, watchful, guarding the peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Goudy","serif"; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Goudy;">People in this part of
the city went home early. Now and then you might see the lights of a shop or of
a small restaurant, but most of the doors belonged to business places that had
been closed hours ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then the cop suddenly slowed his walk. Near the door of a
darkened shop a man was standing. As the cop walked toward him, the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">man spoke quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It’s all right, officer,” he said. “I’m waiting for a
friend. Twenty years ago we agreed to meet here tonight. It sounds strange to
you, doesn’t it? I’ll explain if you want to be sure that everything’s all
right. About twenty years ago there was a restaurant where this shop stands.
‘Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It was here until five years ago,” said the cop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The man near the door had a colorless square face with
bright </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">eyes, and a little white mark near his right eye. He had a
large jewel in his necktie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Twenty years ago tonight,” said the man, “I had dinner here
with Jimmy Wells. He was my best friend and the best fellow in the world. He
and I grew up together here in New York, like two brothers. I was eighteen and
Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West. I was going to
find a job and make a great success. You couldn’t have pulled Jimmy out of New
York. He thought it was the only place on earth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“We agreed that night that we would meet here again in
twenty years. We thought that in twenty years we would know what kind of men we
were, and what future waited for us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It sounds interesting,” said the cop. “A long time between
meetings, it seems to me. Have you heard from your friend since you went West?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yes, for a time we did write to each other,” said the man,
“but after a year or two, we stopped. The West is big. I moved around
everywhere, and I moved quickly. I know that Jimmy will meet me here if he can.
He was as true as any man in the world. He’ll never forget. I came a thousand
miles to stand here tonight, but I’ll be glad about that, if my old friend
comes too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The waiting man took out a fine watch, covered with small
jewels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Three minutes before ten,” he said. “It was ten that night
when we said goodbye here at the restaurant door.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You were successful
in the West, weren’t you?” asked the cop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I surely was! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a
slow mover. I’ve had to fight for my success. In New York a man doesn’t change
much. In the West you learn how to fight for what you get.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The cop took a step or two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I’ll go on my way,” he said. “I hope your friend comes all
right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If he isn’t here at ten, are you going to leave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I am not!” said the other. “I’ll wait half an hour, at
least. If Jimmy is alive on earth, he’ll be here by that time. Good night,
officer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Good night,” said the cop, and walked away, trying doors as
he went.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There was now a cold rain falling and the wind was stronger.
The </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">few people walking along that street were hurrying, trying
to keep warm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the door of the
shop stood the man who had come a thousand miles to meet a friend. Such a
meeting could not be certain, but he waited.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a
long coat came hurrying across the street. He went directly to the waiting man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Is that you, Bob?” he asked, doubtfully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Is that you, Jimmy Wells?” cried the man at the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The new man took the other man’s hands in his. “It’s Bob! It
surely is. I was certain I would find you here if you were still alive. Twenty
years is a long time. The old restaurant is gone, Bob. I wish it were here, so
that we could have another dinner in it. Has the West been good to you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It gave me everything I asked for. You’ve changed, Jimmy. I
never thought you were so tall.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh, I grew a little after I was twenty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Are you doing well in New York, Jimmy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well enough. I work for the city. Come on, Bob, We’ll go to
a place I know, and have a good long talk about old times.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The two men started along the street, arm in arm. The man
from the West was beginning to tell the story of his life. The other, with his </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">coat up to his ears, listened with interest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the corner stood a shop bright with electric lights. When
they came near, each turned to look at the other’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The man from the West stopped suddenly and pulled his arm
away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You’re not Jimmy Wells,” he said. “Twenty years is a long
time, but not long enough to change the shape of a man’s nose.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one,” said the
tall man. “You’ve been under arrest for ten minutes, Bob. Chicago cops thought
you might be coming to New York. They told us to watch for<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">you. Are you coming with me quietly? That’s wise, but first
here is something I was asked to give you. You may read it here at the window.
It’s from a cop named Wells.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The man from the West opened the little piece of paper. His
hand began to shake a little as he read.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Bob: I was at the place on time. I saw the face of the man
wanted by Chicago cops. I didn’t want to arrest you myself. So I went and got
another cop and sent him to do the job.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">JIMMY.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Title: The Open Window <br />
Author: H.H. Munro<br />
Pre-reading: Vocabulary<br />
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1. endeavored: to make an effort to do something : Try, attempt <br />
2. flatter: to judge favorably<br />
3. migrate: to move from one country or place to another<br />
4. moping: to become dull, dejected, or listless<br />
5. communion: a sharing of something with others<br />
6. rectory: the residence of a rector or a parish priest<br />
7. tragedy: a disastrous event : also : MISFORTUNE<br />
8. moor: : an expanse of open rolling infertile land<br />
9. treachery: violation of allegiance or trust<br />
10. bog: wet, spongy, poorly drained, and usually acid ground<br />
11. faltering: to hesitate in speech : STAMMER<br />
12. creepy: having or producing a nervous shivery fear<br />
13. shudder: tremble : QUAKE<br />
14. bustled: to move or work in a brisk busy manner<br />
15. ghastly: horrible : SHOCKING<br />
16. avoidance: to keep away from<br />
17. acquaintance: a person whom one knows <br />
18. burdened: to increase the weight of by adding something<br />
19. dimly: not seeing or understanding clearly<br />
20. bolt: to move suddenly (as in fright or hurry)<br />
21. snarl: to growl angrily or threateningly<br />
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<b>The Open Window</b><br />
By: H. H. Munro (Saki) (1870-1916)<br />
<br />
My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meantime you must try and put up with me."<br />
<br />
Framton Nuttel endeavored to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing<br />
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"I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice."<br />
<br />
Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the nice division.<br />
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"Do you know many of the people round here?" asked the niece, when she judged that they had had sufficient silent communion.<br />
<br />
"Hardly a soul," said Framton. "My sister was staying here, at the rectory, you know, some four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here."<br />
<br />
He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.<br />
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"Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?" pursued the self-possessed young lady.<br />
<br />
"Only her name and address," admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation.<br />
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"Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister's time."<br />
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"Her tragedy?" asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.<br />
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"You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn.<br />
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"It is quite warm for the time of the year," said Framton; "but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?"<br />
<br />
"Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it." Here the child's voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly human. "Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing 'Bertie, why do you bound?' as he always did to tease her, because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window--"<br />
<br />
She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.<br />
<br />
"I hope Vera has been amusing you?" she said.<br />
<br />
"She has been very interesting," said Framton.<br />
<br />
"I hope you don't mind the open window," said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; "my husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way. They've been out for snipe in the marshes today, so they'll make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you men folk, isn't it?"<br />
<br />
She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic, he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.<br />
<br />
The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an absence of mental excitement, and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent physical exercise," announced Framton, who labored under the tolerably widespread delusion that total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the least detail of one's ailments and infirmities, their cause and cure. "On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement," he continued.<br />
<br />
"No?" said Mrs. Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention--but not to what Framton was saying.<br />
<br />
"Here they are at last!" she cried. "Just in time for tea, and don't they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!"<br />
<br />
Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction.<br />
<br />
In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk: "I said, Bertie, why do you bound?"<br />
<br />
Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision.<br />
<br />
"Here we are, my dear," said the bearer of the white mackintosh, coming in through the window, "fairly muddy, but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up?"<br />
<br />
"A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel," said Mrs. Sappleton; "could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed off without a word of goodbye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost."<br />
<br />
"I expect it was the spaniel," said the niece calmly; "he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve."<br />
<br />
Romance at short notice was her specialty.<br />
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Capitalize the first letter of the first word of each sentence.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Capitalize the first letter of names of people, organizations, and<br />
places.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tokyo, Japan for his company, General Motors Corporation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Capitalize the first letter of adjectives that are made from the<br />
names of people and places.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: My brother's favorite
author is H.G. Wells.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">6)
Capitalize the first letter of directions only when they are used<br />
to designate actual places, not when they point in a
direction.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Southwest, we actually had to drive north.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Capitalize the first letter of the names of months and<br />
the days of the week.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: My birthday will be on a
Friday next June.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">8)
Capitalize the official title of a person (including abbreviations),<br />
but only when you use it with the person's</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">name.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: Did Clarissa recommend
Dr. Montoya to you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">9)
Capitalize words used as names or parts of names.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0in; width: 31.5pt;" valign="top" width="42">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: Did Uncle George call my
mom to tell her our grandmother is with Dad?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">10)
Capitalize the first letter of important words in a title of a<br />
book, magazine, story, essay, etc.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0in; width: 31.5pt;" valign="top" width="42">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-no-proof: yes;"><v:shape alt="bullet" id="Picture_x0020_10" o:spid="_x0000_i1034" style="height: 21.75pt; visibility: visible; width: 18.75pt;" type="#_x0000_t75">
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: I enjoyed Mark's essay,
"The Truth About Being a Good Student."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">11)
Capitalize historical events and documents.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: The Emancipation
Proclamation was issued during the Civil War.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">12)
Capitalize the name of languages, races, nationalities, and<br />
religions.</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: I learned in Spanish
class that several Hispanics are Catholic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">13)
Capitalize acronyms. (An acronym is a word formed by the<br />
first, or first few, letters of words in a long
name of an<br />
organization.)</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0in; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: CARE is the Cooperative
for American Relief Everywhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</tbody></table>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">14)
Capitalize initialisms. (An initialism is similar to acronym, but<br />
a word is not formed from the letters.)</span><span style="background: white; color: navy; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0in; width: 31.5pt;" valign="top" width="42">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Example: The Central Intelligence
Agency is simply known as the CIA.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jaime Quiñoneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03147851251713551857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274929687345276.post-55279754857052600532013-10-16T21:46:00.001-04:002013-10-27T22:15:55.047-04:00"Charles"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<b>Pre- Reading Activity: Vocabulary</b><br />
<br />
<b>Title:</b> Charles<br />
<b>Author:</b> Shirley Jackson<br />
<b>Pre-reading:</b> Vocabulary<br />
<br />
1. renounced: to give up, refuse, or resign usually by formal declaration<br />
2. tot: a small child<br />
3. swaggering: to walk with a conceited swing or strut<br />
4. insolently: rude, disrespectful, or bold in behavior or language<br />
5. addressing : to direct the attention of (oneself)<br />
6. spanked: to hit on the buttocks with the open hand<br />
7. deprived : to stop from having something<br />
8. reassuringly: to restore confidence to : free from fear<br />
9. anxiously: uneasy in mind : worried<br />
10. passionately: strong feeling; filled with emotions as distinguished from reason<br />
11. simultaneously: occurring or operating at the same time<br />
12. solemnly: highly serious <br />
13. heartily: giving full support; also jovial<br />
14. shrugged: to hunch (the shoulders) up to express aloofness, indifference, or<br />
uncertainty<br />
15. reformation: the state of correcting or improving one's own character or habits<br />
16. incredulously: expressing disbelief, skeptical<br />
17. plotting: to make a plan of<br />
18. awed: respectful fear inspired by authority<br />
19. unwisely: not showing good sense or good judgment : foolish<br />
20. matronly: a married person usually of dignified maturity or social distinction<br />
21. haggard: having a worn or emaciated appearance<br />
22. primly: stiffly formal and precise<br />
23. lapses: to sink or slip gradually <br />
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<b>CHARLES<br />by Shirley Jackson</b><br />
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The day my son Laurie started kindergarten he renounced corduroy overalls with<br />
bibs and began wearing blue jeans with a belt; I watched him go off the first morning<br />
with the older girl next door, seeing clearly that an era of my life was ended, my sweet voiced nursery-school tot replaced by a long-trouser, swaggering character who forgot to stop at the corner and wave good-bye to me.<br />
He came running home the same way, the front door slamming open, his cap on<br />
the floor, and the voice suddenly become raucous shouting, “Isn’t anybody here?”<br />
At lunch he spoke insolently to his father, spilled his baby sister’s milk, and<br />
remarked that his teacher said we were not to take the name of the Lord in vain.<br />
“How was school today?” I asked, elaborately casual.<br />
“All right,” he said.<br />
“Did you learn anything?” his father asked.<br />
Laurie regarded his father coldly. “I didn’t learn nothing,” he said.<br />
“Anything,” I said. “Didn’t learn anything.”<br />
“The teacher spanked a boy, though,” Laurie said, addressing his bread and butter.<br />
“For being fresh,” he added, with his mouth full.<br />
“What did he do?” I asked. “Who was it?”<br />
Laurie thought. “It was Charles,” he said. “He was fresh. The teacher spanked<br />
him and made him stand in the corner. He was awfully fresh.”<br />
“What did he do?” I asked again, but Laurie slid off his chair, took a cookie, and<br />
left, while his father was still saying, “See here, young man.”<br />
The next day Laurie remarked at lunch, as soon as he sat down, “Well, Charles<br />
was bad again today.” He grinned enormously and said, “Today Charles hit the teacher.”<br />
“Good heavens,” I said, mindful of the Lord’s name, “I suppose he got spanked<br />
again?”<br />
“He sure did,” Laurie said. “Look up,” he said to his father.<br />
“What?” his father said, looking up.<br />
“Look down,” Laurie said. “Look at my thumb. Gee, you’re dumb.” He began<br />
to laugh insanely.<br />
“Why did Charles hit the teacher?” I asked quickly.<br />
“Because she tried to make him color with red crayons,” Laurie said. “Charles<br />
wanted to color with green crayons so he hit the teacher and she spanked him and said<br />
nobody play with Charles but everybody did.”<br />
The third day—it was a Wednesday of the first week—Charles bounced a see-saw<br />
on to the head of a little girl and made her bleed, and the teacher made him stay inside all<br />
during recess. Thursday Charles had to stand in a corner during story-time because he<br />
kept pounding his feet on the floor. Friday Charles was deprived of black-board<br />
privileges because he threw chalk.<br />
On Saturday I remarked to my husband, “Do you think kindergarten is too<br />
unsettling for Laurie? All this toughness and bad grammar, and this Charles boy sounds<br />
like such a bad influence.”<br />
“It’ll be alright,” my husband said reassuringly. “Bound to be people like Charles<br />
in the world. Might as well meet them now as later.”<br />
On Monday Laurie came home late, full of news. “Charles,” he shouted as he<br />
came up the hill; I was waiting anxiously on the front steps. “Charles,” Laurie yelled all<br />
the way up the hill, “Charles was bad again.”<br />
“Come right in,” I said, as soon as he came close enough. “Lunch is waiting.”<br />
“You know what Charles did?” he demanded following me through the door.<br />
“Charles yelled so in school they sent a boy in from first grade to tell the teacher she had to make Charles keep quiet, and so Charles had to stay after school. And so all the<br />
children stayed to watch him.<br />
“What did he do?” I asked.<br />
“He just sat there,” Laurie said, climbing into his chair at the table. “Hi, Pop,<br />
You old dust mop.”<br />
“Charles had to stay after school today,” I told my husband. “Everyone stayed<br />
with him.”<br />
“What does this Charles look like?” my husband asked Laurie. “What’s his other<br />
name?”<br />
“He’s bigger than me,” Laurie said. “And he doesn’t have any rubbers and he<br />
doesn’t wear a jacket.”<br />
Monday night was the first Parent-Teachers meeting, and only the fact that the<br />
baby had a cold kept me from going; I wanted passionately to meet Charles’s mother. On<br />
Tuesday Laurie remarked suddenly, “Our teacher had a friend come to see her in school<br />
today.”<br />
“Charles’s mother?” my husband and I asked simultaneously.<br />
“Naaah,” Laurie said scornfully. “It was a man who came and made us do<br />
exercises, we had to touch our toes. Look.” He climbed down from his chair and<br />
squatted down and touched his toes. “Like this,” he said. He got solemnly back into his<br />
chair and said, picking up his fork, “Charles didn’t even do exercises.”<br />
“That’s fine,” I said heartily. “Didn’t Charles want to do exercises?”<br />
“Naaah,” Laurie said. “Charles was so fresh to the teacher’s friend he wasn’t let<br />
do exercises.”<br />
“Fresh again?” I said.<br />
“He kicked the teacher’s friend,” Laurie said. “The teacher’s friend just told<br />
Charles to touch his toes like I just did and Charles kicked him.<br />
“What are they going to do about Charles, do you suppose?” Laurie’s father<br />
asked him.<br />
Laurie shrugged elaborately. “Throw him out of school, I guess,” he said.<br />
Wednesday and Thursday were routine; Charles yelled during story hour and hit a<br />
boy in the stomach and made him cry. On Friday Charles stayed after school again and<br />
so did all the other children.<br />
With the third week of kindergarten Charles was an institution in our family; the<br />
baby was being a Charles when she cried all afternoon; Laurie did a Charles when he<br />
filled his wagon full of mud and pulled it through the kitchen; even my husband, when he<br />
caught his elbow in the telephone cord and pulled the telephone and a bowl of flowers off<br />
the table, said, after the first minute, “Looks like Charles.”<br />
During the third and fourth weeks it looked like a reformation in Charles; Laurie<br />
reported grimly at lunch on Thursday of the third week, “Charles was so good today the<br />
teacher gave him an apple.”<br />
“What?” I said, and my husband added warily, “You mean Charles?”<br />
“Charles,” Laurie said. “He gave the crayons around and he picked up the books<br />
afterward and the teacher said he was her helper.”<br />
“What happened?” I asked incredulously.<br />
“He was her helper, that’s all,” Laurie said, and shrugged.<br />
“Can this be true about Charles?” I asked my husband that night. “Can something<br />
like this happen?”<br />
“Wait and see,” my husband said cynically. “When you’ve got a Charles to deal<br />
with, this may mean he’s only plotting.” He seemed to be wrong. For over a week<br />
Charles was the teacher’s helper; each day he handed things out and he picked things up;<br />
no one had to stay after school.<br />
“The PTA meeting’s next week again,” I told my husband one evening. “I’m<br />
going to find Charles’s mother there.”<br />
“Ask her what happened to Charles,” my husband said. “I’d like to know.”<br />
“I’d like to know myself,” I said.<br />
On Friday of that week things were back to normal. “You know what Charles did<br />
today?” Laurie demanded at the lunch table, in a voice slightly awed. “He told a little<br />
girl to say a word and she said it and the teacher washed her mouth out with soap and<br />
Charles laughed.”<br />
“What word?” his father asked unwisely, and Laurie said, “I’ll have to whisper it<br />
to you, it’s so bad.” He got down off his chair and went around to his father. His father<br />
bent his head down and Laurie whispered joyfully. His father’s eyes widened.<br />
“Did Charles tell the little girls to say that?” he asked respectfully.<br />
“She said it twice,” Laurie said. “Charles told her to say it twice.”<br />
“What happened to Charles?” my husband asked.<br />
“Nothing,” Laurie said. “He was passing out the crayons.”<br />
Monday morning Charles abandoned the little girl and said the evil word himself<br />
three or four times, getting his mouth washed out with soap each time. He also threw<br />
chalk.<br />
My husband came to the door with me that evening as I set out for the PTA<br />
meeting. “Invite her over for a cup of tea after the meeting,” he said. “I want to get a<br />
look at her.”<br />
“If only she’s there.” I said prayerfully.<br />
“She’ll be there,” my husband said. “I don’t see how they could hold a PTA<br />
meeting without Charles’s mother.”<br />
At the meeting I sat restlessly, scanning each comfortable matronly face, trying to<br />
determine which one hid the secret of Charles. None of them looked to me haggard<br />
enough. No one stood up in the meeting and apologized for the way her son had been<br />
acting. No one mentioned Charles.<br />
After the meeting I identified and sought out Laurie’s kindergarten teacher. She<br />
had a plate with a cup of tea and a piece of chocolate cake; I had a plate with a cup of tea<br />
and a piece of marshmallow cake. We manoeuvred up to one another cautiously, and<br />
smiled.<br />
“I’ve been so anxious to meet you,” I said. “I’m Laurie’s mother.”<br />
“We’re all so interested in Laurie,” she said.<br />
“Well, he certainly likes kindergarten,” I said. “He talks about it all the time.”<br />
“We had a little trouble adjusting, the first week or so,” she said primly, “but now<br />
he’s a fine helper. With an occasional lapses, of course.”<br />
“Laurie usually adjusts very quickly,” I said. “I suppose this time it’s Charles’s<br />
influence.”<br />
“Charles?”<br />
“Yes,” I said, laughing, “you must have your hands full in that kindergarten, with<br />
Charles.”<br />
“Charles?” she said. “We don’t have any Charles in the kindergarten.”<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">1. slander: to utter slander against : DEFAME<br />
2. master : one having authority or control.<br />
3. drawing room: a formal reception room.<br />
4. flitting: to pass or move quickly from place to place.<br />
5. swallowtails: tailcoat.<br />
6. hubbub: a state of commotion or excitement.<br />
7. din: a loud confused mixture of noises.<br />
8. hurriedly: to move or act with haste.<br />
9. sentry : guard.<br />
10. queer : weird, strange, differing from the usual.<br />
11. supper : an evening meal.<br />
12. fumes: smoke, vapor or gas.<br />
13. sturgeon: a large food fish valuable as a source of caviar.<br />
14. grin: to draw back the lips so as to show the teeth, especially in amusement.<br />
15. stealthy : secretly<br />
16. relish: enjoyment or delight in something.<br />
17. piquancy: pleasantly savory.<br />
18. avail: to be use or advantage.<br />
19. propensities: an often intense natural inclination or preference.<br />
20. scoundrel: a disreputable person.<br />
21. cholera: an often fatal epidemic disease.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal;">SERGE KAPITONICH AHINEEV, the writing master, was marrying his daughter to the teacher of history and geography. The wedding festivities were going off most successfully. In the drawing room there was singing, playing, and dancing. Waiters hired from the club were flitting distractedly about the rooms, dressed in black swallow-tails and dirty white ties. There was a continual hubbub and din of conversation. Sitting side by side on the sofa, the teacher of mathematics, Tarantulov, the French teacher, Pasdequoi, and the junior assessor of taxes, Mzda, were talking hurriedly and interrupting one another as they described to the guests cases of persons being buried alive, and gave their opinions on spiritualism. None of them believed in spiritualism, but all admitted that there were many things in this world which would always be beyond the mind of man. In the next room the literature master, Dodonsky, was explaining to the visitors the cases in which a sentry has the right to fire on passers-by. The subjects, as you perceive, were alarming, but very agreeable. Persons whose social position precluded them from entering were looking in at the windows from the yard.<br />
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Just at midnight the master of the house went into the kitchen to see whether everything was ready for supper. The kitchen from floor to ceiling was filled with fumes composed of goose, duck, and many other odours. On two tables the accessories, the drinks and light refreshments, were set out in artistic disorder. The cook, Marfa, a red-faced woman whose figure was like a barrel with a belt around it, was bustling about the tables.<br />
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"Show me the sturgeon, Marfa," said Ahineev, rubbing his hands and licking his lips. "What a perfume! I could eat up the whole kitchen. Come, show me the sturgeon."<br />
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Marfa went up to one of the benches and cautiously lifted a piece of greasy newspaper. Under the paper on an immense dish there reposed a huge sturgeon, masked in jelly and decorated with capers, olives, and carrots. Ahineev gazed at the sturgeon and gasped. His face beamed, he turned his eyes up. He bent down and with his lips emitted the sound of an ungreased wheel. After standing a moment he snapped his fingers with delight and once more smacked his lips.<br />
"Ah-ah! the sound of a passionate kiss. . . . Who is it you're kissing out there, little Marfa?" came a voice from the next room, and in the doorway there appeared the cropped head of the assistant usher, Vankin. "Who is it? A-a-h! . . . Delighted to meet you! Sergei Kapitonich! You're a fine grandfather, I must say! Tête-à-tête with the fair sex--tette!"<br />
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"I'm not kissing," said Ahineev in confusion. "Who told you so, you fool? I was only . . . I smacked my lips . . . in reference to . . . as an indication of. . . pleasure . . . at the sight of the fish."<br />
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"Tell that to the marines!" The intrusive face vanished, wearing a broad grin.<br />
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Ahineev flushed.<br />
"Hang it!" he thought, "the beast will go now and talk scandal. He'll disgrace me to all the town, the brute."<br />
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Ahineev went timidly into the drawing-room and looked stealthily round for Vankin. Vankin was standing by the piano, and, bending down with a jaunty air, was whispering something to the inspector's sister-in-law, who was laughing.<br />
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"Talking about me!" thought Ahineev. "About me, blast him! And she believes it . . . believes it! She laughs! Mercy on us! No, I can't let it pass . . . I can't. I must do something to prevent his being believed. . . . I'll speak to them all, and he'll be shown up for a fool and a gossip."<br />
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Ahineev scratched his head, and still overcome with embarrassment, went up to Pasdequoi.<br />
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"I've just been in the kitchen to see after the supper," he said to the Frenchman. "I know you are fond of fish, and I've a sturgeon, my dear fellow, beyond everything! A yard and a half long! Ha, ha, ha! And, by the way . . . I was just forgetting. . . . In the kitchen just now, with that sturgeon . . . quite a little story! I went into the kitchen just now and wanted to look at the supper dishes. I looked at the sturgeon and I smacked my lips with relish . . . at the piquancy of it. And at the very moment that fool Vankin came in and said: . . . 'Ha, ha, ha! . . . So you're kissing here!' Kissing Marfa, the cook! What a thing to imagine, silly fool! The woman is a perfect fright, like all the beasts put together, and he talks about kissing! Queer fish!"<br />
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"Who's a queer fish?" asked Tarantulov, coming up.<br />
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"Why he, over there -- Vankin! I went into the kitchen . . ."<br />
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And he told the story of Vankin. ". . . He amused me, queer fish! I'd rather kiss a dog than Marfa, if you ask me," added Ahineev. He looked round and saw behind him Mzda.<br />
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"We were talking of Vankin," he said. "Queer fish, he is! He went into the kitchen, saw me beside Marfa, and began inventing all sorts of silly stories. 'Why are you kissing?' he says. He must have had a drop too much. 'And I'd rather kiss a turkeycock than Marfa,' I said, 'And I've a wife of my own, you fool,' said I. He did amuse me!"<br />
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"Who amused you?" asked the priest who taught Scripture in the school, going up to Ahineev.<br />
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"Vankin. I was standing in the kitchen, you know, looking at the sturgeon. . . ."<br />
And so on. Within half an hour or so all the guests knew the incident of the sturgeon and Vankin.<br />
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"Let him tell away now!" thought Ahineev, rubbing his hands. "Let him! He'll begin telling his story and they'll say to him at once, 'Enough of your improbable nonsense, you fool, we know all about it!' "<br />
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And Ahineev was so relieved that in his joy he drank four glasses too many. After escorting the young people to their room, he went to bed and slept like an innocent babe, and next day he thought no more of the incident with the sturgeon. But, alas! man proposes, but God disposes. An evil tongue did its evil work, and Ahineev's strategy was of no avail. Just a week later -- to be precise, on Wednesday after the third lesson -- when Ahineev was standing in the middle of the teacher's room, holding forth on the vicious propensities of a boy called Visekin, the head master went up to him and drew him aside:<br />
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"Look here, Sergei Kapitonich," said the head master, "you must excuse me. . . . It's not my business; but all the same I must make you realize. . . . It's my duty. You see, there are rumors that you are romancing with that . . . cook. . . . It's nothing to do with me, but . . . flirt with her, kiss her . . . as you please, but don't let it be so public, please. I entreat you! Don't forget that you're a schoolmaster."<br />
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Ahineev turned cold and faint. He went home like a man stung by a whole swarm of bees, like a man scalded with boiling water. As he walked home, it seemed to him that the whole town was looking at him as though he were smeared with pitch. At home fresh trouble awaited him.<br />
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"Why aren't you gobbling up your food as usual?" his wife asked him at dinner. "What are you so pensive about? Brooding over your amours? Pining for your Marfa? I know all about it, Mohammedan! Kind friends have opened my eyes! O-o-o! . . . you savage!"<br />
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And she slapped him in the face. He got up from the table, not feeling the earth under his feet, and without his hat or coat, made his way to Vankin. He found him at home.<br />
"You scoundrel!" he addressed him. "Why have you covered me with mud before all the town? Why did you set this slander going about me?"<br />
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"What slander? What are you talking about?"<br />
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"Who was it gossiped of my kissing Marfa? Wasn't it you? Tell me that. Wasn't it you, you brigand?"<br />
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Vankin blinked and twitched in every fibre of his battered countenance, raised his eyes to the icon and articulated, "God blast me! Strike me blind and lay me out, if I said a single word about you! May I be left without house and home, may I be stricken with worse than cholera!"<br />
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Vankin's sincerity did not admit of doubt. It was evidently not he who was the author of the slander.<br />
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"But who, then, who?" Ahineev wondered, going over all his acquaintances in his mind and beating himself on the breast. "Who, then?"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-style: normal;">1. Why does Ahineev think Vankin is spreading rumors?</span></i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-style: normal;">3. What happened when Ahineev arrived home?</span></i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-style: normal;">4. Ahineev confronted Vankin. Did Ahineev react the way you thought he would react?</span></i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-style: normal;">5. Who do you think spread the rumors of Ahineev if it wasn't Vankin?</span></i></span></span></div>
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