IV. Choose the correct answer. 1. How did Muriel feel?
a) She had to stay at home due to her poor health.
b) She felt very well.
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She still had that confounded cold,
d) She still had that confounded cold, so she went to see a doctor.
2. What did Muriel hear in the air?
a) His friend's voice.
b ) A fog horn.
c) Somebody's steps.
d) Church bells.
3. What helped Muriel to move in the fog?
_a) The sight o f the Rectory.
W b) The fog horn's sound.
c) The torch she had pushed out o f the pocket.
d) The fire.
4. What was the reason why Muriel suddenly stopped?
a) She saw an enormous black cat.
b) She heard a scream for help.
c) Muriel remembered leaving the key at the Rectory.
d ) Something upright emerged from the wall o f the fog quite near her.
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5. What did Muriel feel on seeing the man?
a) It was odd and frightening to get into such a situation.
b) She was happy to meet her friend.
c) It was pleasant to see a human being.
d) Muriel was too busy with her thoughts to pay attention to anybody else.
6. Did Muriel see that man before?
a) They had never met.
b) He was her best friend.
c) She was not sure.
(Щ She knew him.
Text 7 «Good shot, sir,» said Tony.
The remark might equally well have been made on a tennis court. But Sir Gardnor seemed
pleased by it.
«I think we shall find it was through the heart,» he said. «The way the beast arched its back,
you know.»
Harold began reaching out towards the rolled-up rope ladder. «Do we go down now, sir?» he
asked.
Sir Gardnor turned his head: he was annoyed with Harold because he hadn't thought to
congratulate him.
«Hardly just yet,» he replied. «It may only be wounded. Then it could prove dangerous.
After all, it is a leopard, you know.» The native hunters returned, and advanced upon the leopard,
their spears pointing. Sir Gardnor was their hero, their saviour, their new witch-doctor. Nor was it
only the divine evidence o f the single fatal shot that had impressed them. They were in awe, too, o f
his greater magic: the leopard-curse apparently meant nothing to him. The leading hunter, however,
was taking no chances. He was already addressing the leopard, speaking confidentially to its spirit,
assuring it that for his part he had meant it no harm and had, indeed, been absent at the time o f the
unfortunate accident. Behind him, his companion, as loudly as he could, was jingling a bracelet of
teeth and leopard claws in order to deceive the dead leopard into believing that he was not a
Kibburu at all; but a genuine family mourner.
Neither o f the hunters moved in close until Sir Gardnor arrived. He was holding his rifle in
front o f him, ready to fire again if necessary. The sight seemed to reassure the two Kibburu. They
surged forward, keeping carefully out o f the dead animal's vision, and stood there jabbering. They
were admiring its weight, the firmness o f its coat, the neat hole that the bullet had made.
Undoubtedly a man-eater, they agreed; on the fingers o f both hands they began to add up its
victims. Sir Gardnor stood over the dead leopard. It was safe now to lower his rifle, and he was
relaxed. His expression was one almost o f pity.
«It is sad, don't you think?» he asked, «That one should have to kill anything so superbly
beautiful? W hatever its habits, you'd agree, wouldn't you, that it stands as one o f God's supreme
achievements? Man is puny by comparison.»