She is a stranger in this village. ______ anyone knows where she came from.

road in Newberry when he fell asleep, ran off the road, and hit a tree head on. The accident was severe and he was unconscious. After 30 minutes or so, a newspaper carrier passed by. She noticed the crash and called 911. Before help arrived, this lady, a complete stranger, sat in her car beside George's vehicle, and called out to him repeatedly: "Help is on the way." She wanted to get out of her car and help him in some way, but she couldn't. She could only offer the comfort of her voice because she was handicapped and could not walk.

Several minutes later, the ambulance came and George was sent to a hospital. He is now home, and should have a complete recovery over the next few months.

When did the accident happen？

A．On February 24.

B．On February 25.

C．On January 24.

it had wrongly accused her of stealing a Christmas card. Ms. Doss White, 72 years old, is claiming $ 3,000 damages from the store for wrongful arrest and false imprisonment. Ms. White visited the store while doing Christmas shopping, but did not buy anything. She was followed through the town by a store manager. He had been told that a customer saw her take a card and put it in her shopping bag. He stopped her at a bookstore as she was reading a book. Ms. White said, "This man, a total stranger, suddenly grasped my bag and asked if he could look in it." She was taken back to the store and shut in a small room in full view of shoppers for 20 minutes until the police arrived. At the police station she was body-searched and nothing was found. Her lawyer said the department store sent a letter in sincere apology but they insisted that she might have been stealing. The hearing continues today.

What does the story tell us about the old woman？

A．She was found stealing in a bookstore.

B．She caught someone in the act of stealing.

C．She admitted having stolen something.

D．She said she was wrongly accused of stealing.

听力原文： An elderly woman yesterday made a legal claim against a department store because it had wrongly accused her of stealing a Christmas card. Ms. Doss White, 72 years old, is claiming $ 3000 damages from the stare for wrongful arrest and false imprisonment. Ms. White visited the store while doing Christmas shopping, but did not buy anything. She was followed through the town by a store manager. He had been told that a customer saw her take a card and put it in her shopping bag. He stopped her at a bookstore as she was reading a book. Ms. White said,"This man, a total stranger, suddenly grasped my bag and asked if he could look in it. "She was taken back to the store and shut in a small room in full view of shoppers for 20 minutes until the police arrived. At the police station she was body - searched and nothing was found. Her lawyer said the department store sent an insincere apology and they insisted that she may have been stealing. The hearing continues today.

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A．She was found stealing in a bookstore.

B．She caught someone in the act of stealing.

C．She admitted having stolen something.

D．She said she was wrongly accused of stealing.

听力原文：M: Hello, Mary, you're just the person I'm looking for.

W: Oh good! What can I do for you？

M: Have you got a minute？

W: Yeah, of course.

M: Well, it's about Jane Smith, you know. She is coming here soon. You know her, don't you？

W: Mm, actually I do. She and I worked together for quite some time (25) . Why do you ask？

M: Well, she is coming today and we've got to go 1o the airport to meet her. But, you know, she is just a stranger to me. So I wonder if you could…

W: Oh I see！You hope I can tell you what she looks like (23) ？

M: Yes!

W: Well, she is in her 40s but she doesn't really look middle-aged (24) . And she's usually smartly dressed with brown short hair. Actually, she is good-looking.

M: Uh huh. Eh, how tall is she？

W: Mm, a hit taller than me but.., average height, I'd say. By the way, she wears glasses.

M: Oh, I see. I'm sure I could find her at the airport, because 1 have a much clearer idea about her now. Thank you for your help，，

W：Don't mention it.

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A．To go to the airport.

B．To work with Jane Smith.

C．To offer some information.

D．To meet Jane Smith.

A reporter who has visited plants throughout Europe have an impression 【M1】______

on the pace of work is much slower here. Nobody tries too hard. 【M2】______

Tea breaks does matter and are frequent. Britons give a distinct impression 【M3】______

of going at their tasks in a more leisure way. 【M4】______

It certainly does not improve the gross national product or output

per worker. However, those visitors have noticed anything else about 【M5】______

Britain. It is a pleasant place.

Street crowds in Stockholm, Paris and New York move quickly and

silently heads down, all in a hurry, London crowds tend to walk at an easy pace.

Every stranger is struck by the patient and orderly way in that 【M6】______

Britons queue for a bus: if the saleswoman is slow and out of stock she

will be likely say, 'Oh dear, what a pity' ;, the rubbish collectors stop to chat 【M7】______

and called the housewives "Love" . Crime rises here as in every city but there 【M8】______

still remains a gentle tone and temper that is matched in Berlin, Milan or Detroit.【M9】_______

In short, what is wrong with Britain may also be what is right. Having

reached to a tolerable standard, Britons appear to be choosing leisure over goods. 【M10】______

【M1】

formed a queue. I asked a lady from Ohio why she had come. "For Shakespeare, "she said. "Isn't that why you came？"

"Not entirely, "I said. "I was born here. I'm visiting my family. "

"You were born here？" she said, as if only Shakespeare had the right.

It was my first time home in many years. Long ago I had emigrated to America. Now I was visiting places in which I had taken little interest before: the birthplace for example. I had passed it perhaps a hundred times without a thought of going in. Now it would cost me just under two pounds, about $ 3. But an even stranger experience was buying a ticket to the school two members of my family had attended. Shakespeare had gone there 350 years before. It was a good school, but I was fortunate to have been sent to a better one. "Better than Shakespeare's？" asked an American to whom I had confided. "I don't see how that could be possible, "he had muttered before turning away.

I had taken Shakespeare for granted. However, in my current tourist status, that would have to be changed. Respect was called for. I must learn to refer to him as the Bard, and not as Will in the familiar way, and never a "Willie-the Shake", which is an inelegant but customary nickname for some of the younger generation.

This was no problem. Shakespeare worship had been made earlier than my day. Every building with Shakespeare connections was preserved. An inclusive ticket enabled holders to see them all. When several Americans whom I had run into asked me to show them around, I readily agreed.

Where did most of the "pilgrims" the speaker met come from？

A．U. S.A.

B．Europe.

C．Ohio.

D．His hometown.

formed a queue. I asked a lady from Ohio why she had come. "For Shakespeare, "she said. "Isn't that why you came？"

"Not entirely, " I said. "I was born here. I'm visiting my family. "

"You were born here？" she said, as if only Shakespeare had the right.

Long ago I had emigrated to America. Now I was visiting places in which I had taken little interest before; the birthplace for example. I had passed it perhaps a hundred times without a thought of going in. Now it would cost me just under two pounds, about $ 3. But even stranger experience was buying a ticket to the school two members of my family had attended. Shakespeare had gone there though 350 years before. It was a good school, but I was fortunate in being sent to a better one. "Better than Shakespeare's？" asked an American to whom I had confided. "I don't see how that could be possible, "he had muttered before turning away.

I had taken Shakespeare for granted. However, in my current tourist status, that would have to be changed. Respect was called for. I must learn to refer to him as the bard, and not as Will in the familiar way, and never as "Willie -- the Shake", which is the inelegant but customary nickname of some of the younger generation.

This was no problem. Shakespeare worship had been around long before my day. Every building with Shakespeare connections was preserved. An inclusive ticket enabled holders to see them all. When several Americans whom I had run into asked me to show them around, I readily agreed.

Where did most of the “pilgrims” the speaker met come from？

A．U. S.A.

B．Europe.

C．Ohio.

D．His hometown.

听力原文： It was years since I had visited my hometown and I was determined to enjoy my stay. I went to see my old friend, Tom Clark who, among other things, was a member of the Local Council. At the time Tom was busy making arrangements for a distinguished writer to give a talk on modern literature at the town library. As the subject interested me a great deal, I gladly accepted Tom's invitation to go with him.

Tom was going to introduce the guest speaker and that evening we went to the library to meet him. Since he had not yet arrived, I left Tom and went into the Reading Room where a large audience had already gathered. I was disappointed to find that I did not know a single person there. Just before the talk was due to begin, I saw Tom waving to me from the doorway. I went to him immediately, as he looked very worried. He explained that he had just received a telephone message from the writer's secretary. Our guest speaker had missed the train and would be unable to come!

While we were talking about the problem, Tom suddenly asked me if I would mind acting us speaker. I hardly had time Io think about the mutter when I found I was being led into the Reading Room to address the waiting audience!

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A．She was greeted warmly by the large audience.

B．She met a lot of old friends.

C．She felt excited to find she knew everyone there.

D．She felt quite sad that she was a stranger there.

"Now we' re more than halfway; only two miles away from the tavern, "said the driver.

"I' m glad of that ! "answered the stranger, in a sympathetic mood. He wanted to say more but the east wind blew clear down a man' s throat if he tried to speak. The girl' s voice was something quite charming, however, and at present he spoke again.

"You don' t feel the cold so much at 20 below zero out in the Western Country. There' s none of this damp chill, " he said, and then it seemed as though he had blamed the uncomplaining young driver. She had not even said that it was an awful day, and he began to be conscious of a warm hopefulness of spirit, and sense of pleasant adventure under all the woollen shawls.

"You' ll have a cold drive going back, " he said in earnest, and put up his hand for the thirtieth time to see if his coat-collar were as colse to the back of his neck as possible. He had wished a dozen times for the warm old hunting rig in which he had many a day confronted the worst of

weather in the Northwest.

"I shall not have to go back!" exclaimed the girl, with eager pleasantness. "I' m on my way home now. I drove over early just to meet you at the train. We had word that someone was coming to the tavern. "

How far was the drive from the train to the tavern？

A．One mile.

B．Two miles.

C．A little over four miles.

D．Less than four miles.

根据材料，回答下列问题：

To Have and Have Not

It had been boring hanging about the hotel all afternoon. The road crew were playing a game with dollar notes. Folding them into small planes to see whose would fly the furthest. Having nothing better to do， I joined in and won five， and then took the opportunity to escape with my profit. Despite the evil-looking clouds， I had to get out for a while.

I headed for a shop on the other side of the street. Unlike the others， it didn"t have a sign shouting its name and business， and instead of the usual impersonal modem lighting， there was an appealing glow inside. Strangely nothing was displayed in the window. Not put off by this， I went inside.

It took my breath away. I didn"t know where to look， where to start. On one wahl there hung three hand-stitched American quilts that were in such wonderful condition they might have been newly-made. I came across tin toys and antique furniture， and on the wall in front of me， a 1957 stratocaster guitar， also in excellent condition. A card pushed between the strings said $ 50. I ran my hand along a long shelf of records， reading their titles. And there was more...

"Can I help you？" She startled me. I hadn"t even seen the woman behind the counter come in. The way she looked at me， so directly and with such power. It was a look of such intensity that for a moment I felt as if I were wrapped in some kind of magnetic or electrical field. I found it hard to take and almost turned away. But though it was uncomfortable. I was fascinated by the experi-ence of her looking straight into me， and by the feeling that I was neither a stranger， nor strange，to her.

Besides amusement her expression showed sympathy. It was impossible to tell her age. She reminded me faintly of my grandmother because， although her eyes were friendly. I could see that she was not a woman to fall out with. I spoke at last. "I was just looking really"， I said， though secretly wondering how much of the stuff I could cram into the bus.

The woman turned away and went at once towards a back room， indicating that I should follow her. But it in no way lived up to the first room. The light made me feel peculiar， too. It came from an oil lamp that was hung from the centre of the ceiling and created huge shadows over everything. There were no rare electric guitars， no old necklaces， no hand-painted boxes with deli-cate flowers. It was also obvious that it must have taken years， decades， to collect so much rub-bish， so many old documents arid papers.

I noticed some old books， whose gold lettering had faded， making their titles impossible to read. "they look interesting"， I said，with some hesitation. "To be able to understand that kind of writing you must first have had a similar experience"， she said clearly. She noted the confused look on my face， but didn"t add anything.

She reached up for a small book which she handed to me. "This is the best book I can give you at the moment"， she laughed. "If you use it. "I opened the book to find it full， or rather empty， with blank white pages， but paid her the few dollars she asked for it， beco~ning embar-rassed when I realised the notes were still folded into little paper planes. I put the book in my pocket， thanked her and left.

The writer wanted to leave the hotel，why？ 查看材料

A.To enjoy the good weather.

B.To have a change of scene.

C.To spend all his winnings.

D.To get away from the crew.

Dad, Why Did You Do It？

Every time the phone rings in my flat I jump, especially if it's near midnight. Deep down I know it's only Mum, ringing for a chat because, yet again, she can't sleep. But for a fraction of a second I freeze.

It was midnight when the call came that changed the way I felt about the person I loved most—my dad.

I'd watch his friends playing around with young girls and then look at Dad. "Ridiculous," he'd say, and I'd smile, knowing he could never behave that way.

Last October, as if to prove the point, he whisked Mum away for a romantic weekend in Rome to celebrate their silver wedding anniversary. She was so happy.

I didn't think any couple could he closer and I always dreamed that when I got married it would be the same for me—secure and caring.

Dad always wanted the best for me and he made sure I got it. Thanks to his Army career and pension we were financially better off than most. But he always pushed me to achieve things for myself and not be too dependent on him and Mum.

I loved him for that, but when he packed me off to America for a year to "find myself" I didn't want to go.

Hugging me at the airport, Dad wiped away my tears. "It'll be character building, Emma," he said, adding: "Anyway, if you don't like it after a few months you can come back. But trust me Princess, you'll love it."

He was right. I loved the States, and living there built up my confidence.

Still. I missed Dad like mad. I remember sitting in a coffee bar in Chicago and hiding behind the menu as tears poured down my face.

I was frightened, alone and I knew Dad wasn't there to put his arms around me and reassure me. I rushed out to a phone booth to call him. As soon as I heard his sleepy voice I felt okay.

Then, when I got home 12 months later, nothing much had changed...I thought.

Mum was as madly in love with Dad as she'd been since the day he'd first kissed her in the school playground; and Dad seemed to feel the same—on the outside.

Except he'd finally left the Army and was now an area manager for a car manufacturer. Mum was over the moon—it meant he no longer had to travel all over the country and spend months away from home.

Dad was excited about his new job, and when he started working late neither Mum nor I thought anything of it. He told us it was a new project, and so confidential he wasn't allowed to tell us much about it. I believed he was at work, tucked away in his office—until I got that unforgettable midnight call.

The woman's voice was hesitant but panicky. She asked if I was George's daughter, I didn't realize who she was until she told me Dad was with her—at midnight.

She said she hadn't wanted to ring, that she'd never wanted me to find out about her, but she had no choice. Someone had to know that Dad was on his way to hospital. "He's had a heart attack," she said, her voice trembling.

As I paced up and down the hospital corridor, this strange woman explained that she'd been with my father when he'd collapsed. The thought of them together made me feel ill. While I rushed to the toilet to splash water on my face, I heard a cry. It was her.

As soon as I saw the doctor taking off his mask and laying a hand on her shoulder, I knew Dad had gone.

I couldn't make myself go and look at him. I would've seen a stranger lying there.

The man who for 24 years had told me never to lie, to be true to myself and always to treasure family values above all else, had slipped away from my lift for ever.

Only then did I discover this woman worked for the company. She was Dad's so-called "confidential project".

An hour or so later I broke the news to Mum. I said Dad had suffered a heart attack

A．Y

B．N

C．NG