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Working with Vocabulary and Grammar
Nobody can love a liar.
Fill in the gaps with prepositions.
The new boarder (to be) a small and simple girl, and he (to forget) her at once. But once he (to see) her (to dress) in a beautiful black clothes with her golden hair under a black veil, and his head (to turn). He (to be) sorry to know about her trouble. To forget it he (to invite) her for a walk in the park. She (to say) she (to be going) to get married soon, but her beloved (to be killed) in an accident, and she (to be) quite alone in the world. Andy (to assure) her that she (not to be ) alone, he (to be) her friend. Miss Conway (to invent) this story so that she (can) wear black. Black (to be) a good colour for her. She (to say) nobody (to love) her, nobody (to want) to marry her. But she (to want) to be loved and get married. She (to say) he (to be) the only man she (to love). But now she (to be afraid) that he (to leave) her and she (to die) for shame. Discussing the Story
Miss Conway showed Andy the photograph.
GIRL On the glass door of the office were the words: “Robbins & Hartley, Brokers”. It was past five, and the clerks had already gone. The two partners — Robbins and Hartley — were going to leave the office too1. Rob bins was fifty; Hartley — twenty-nine, serious, good- looking and nervous. A man came in and went up to Hartley. “I have found out where she lives,” he said in a half-whisper. Hartley made a sign of silence to him2. When Robbins had put on his coat and hat and left the office, the detective said: “Here is the address,” and gave Hartley a piece of paper. There were only a few words on it. Hartley took the paper and read: “Vivienne Arling ton, No.341, East Tenth Street.” “She moved there a week ago,” said the detective. “Now, if you want to know more about her, Mr. Hartley, I can try to find out. It will cost you only seven dollars a day. I can send you a report every day.” “Thank you,” said the broker. “It is not neces sary. I only wanted the address. How much shall I pay you?3” “One day’s work,” said the sleuth. “Ten dollars will be enough.” Hartley paid the man, sent him away and left the of fice. He went to find the address written on the paper the sleuth had given him. It took him about an hour to get to the place.4 It was a new building of cheap flats. Hartley began to climb the stairs. On the fourth floor he saw Vivienne standing in an open door. She invited him inside with a bright smile. She put a chair for him near the window, and waited. Hartley gave her a friendly look1. He said to himself that she was a nice girl and dressed in good taste. Vivienne was about twenty-one. She was of the Saxon type. Her hair was golden. Her eyes were sea-blue.1 Shewore a white blouse and a dark skirt — a costume that looks well on any girl, rich or poor2. “Vivienne”, said Hartley, “you didn’t answer my last letter. It took me over a week to find your new address. Why did you take no notice of my letter?3 You knew very well that I wanted very much to see you and talk to you!” The girl looked out of the window, thoughtfully. “Mr. Hartley,” she said at last, “I don’t know what to say to you. The more I think of your offer — the less I know3 what to answer you. I understand you are do ing it for my happiness. Sometimes I feel that I should sау4 yes. But at the same time5 I don’t want to make a mistake. I was born in the city and I am afraid I shall not be happy in the country4.” “My dear girl,” answered Hartley, “I have told you many times that my house is situated only a little way from5 the city. I have also promised to give you every thing that you want. You will be able to come to the city, to go to the theatres and to visit your friends as often as you wish. Do you believe that?” “Yes, of course I believe you,” she said, turning her beautiful eyes on him with a smile. “I know you are a very kind man. The girl that you will get — will be a lucky one1. I found out all about you when I was at the Montgomerys’2.” “Ah,” cried Hartley, “I remember well the evening I first saw you at the Montgomerys’. Mrs.Montgomery told me so much about you that evening. And she made no mistake. I shall never forget that supper. Come with me, Vivienne! Promise me! I need you so much. You will never be sorry for coming to me.3 No one will give you a home as good as mine.” The girl said nothing. Suddenly an idea came into his head. “Tell me, Vivienne,” he asked, looking at her, “is there another — is there someone else4?” The girl blushed and answered very quickly: “You shouldn’t ask that, Mr. Hartley. But I will tell you. There is another — but he has no right — I have promised him nothing.” “His name?” demanded Hartley. “Townsend.” “Rafford Townsend!” exclaimed Hartley angrily. “Where did you meet that man? I have done so much for him! How could he!” “His car has just stopped at the house,” said Vivi enne, looking out of the window. “He is coming for his answer. Oh, I don’t know what to do!” The bell rang. Vivienne hurried to open the door. “Stay here,” said Hartley. “I will open the door myself.” Townsend was surprised to see Hartley. “Go back,” said Hartley. “Hullo!” said Townsend. “What’s up?1 What are you doing here, old man?” “Go back,” repeated Hartley. “The Law of the Jun gle.2 She is mine.” “I came here to see her on business3,” said Townsend bravely. “Don’t tell me any lies4,” said Hartley, “go back!” Townsend left very angry. Hartley returned to the girl. “Vivienne,” he said, “I need you very much. Stop playing with me!” “When do you need me?” she asked. “Now. As soon as you are ready to go.” She stood quietly and thought for a short time. “Do you think for one moment,” she said, “that
Hartley did not expect that. At first5 he did not know what to say. Then he said bravely: “She will have to go.6 She is making my life miserable. I have never had a peaceful day since she came to my house. But this is the end. You are right, Vivienne, Helen must be sent away before
“When will you do this?” asked the girl. “To-night,” said Hartley. “I will send her away to night.” “Then,” said Vivienne, “my answer is ‘yes’. Come for me when you wish.” She looked into his eyes and smiled. Hartley was happy, but he was afraid to believe her. “Promise me,” he said, “on your word of honor1.” “On my word of honor,” repeated Vivienne softly. At the door he turned and looked at her happily. “Tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow,” she repeated with a smile. It took Hartley an hour and forty minutes to get to his home in the country. The door was opened by a young woman who kissed him as he came in. “Mother is here,” she said. “She came to dinner, but there is no dinner.” “I’ve1 something to tell you,” said Hartley, “some news.” “What kind of news1,” asked the woman, “good or bad news?” He whispered something in her ear. Hart ley’s wife screamed. Her mother came running into the hall. His wife screamed again — it was a happy scream, very happy. “Oh, Mother,” she cried, “what do you think? Vivi enne has agreed to come and cook for us! She is the cook that worked for the Montgomerys a whole year. I am so happy! And now, Bill, dear, you must go to the kitchen and send Helen away. She is drunk again.” Exercises ? Checking Comprehension
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