A Municipal Report(Adapted from a story by O．Henry)(Ⅱ)
Azalea Adair herself opened the door when I knocked．She was about 50 years old．Her white hair was pulled back from her small，tired face．She wore a pale yellow dress．It was old，but very clean．
Azalea Adair led me into her living room．A damaged table，three chairs and an old red sofa were in the center of the floor．
Azalea Adair and I sat down at the table and began to talk．I told her about the magazine's offer an she told me about herself．She was from an old southern family．Her father had been a judge．
Azalea Adair told me she had never traveled or even attended school．Her parents taught her at home with private teachers．We finished our meeting．I promised to return with the agreement the next day, and rose to leave．
At that moment，someone knocked at the back door．Azalea Adair whispered a soft apology and went to answer the caller．She came back a minute later with bright eyes and pink cheeks．She looked ten year younger．“You must have a cup of tea before you go，”she said．She shook a little bell on the table，and small black girl about twelve years old ran into the room．
Azalea Adair opened a tiny old purse and took out a dollar bill．It had been fixed with a piece of blue paper and the upper right hand comer was missing．It was the dollar I had given to Uncle Caesar．“Go to Mr．Baker's store，Impy ,”she said，“and get me 25 cents' worth of tea and ten cents' worth of sugar cakes． And please hurry．”
The child ran out of the room．We heard the back door close．Then the girl screamed．Her cry mixed with a man's angry voice．Azalea Adair stood up．Her face showed no emotion as she left the room．I heard the man's rough voice and her gentle one．Then a door slammed and she came back into the room．“I am sorry，but I won't be able to offer you any tea after all，” she said．“It seems that Mr．Baker has no more tea．Perhaps he will find some for our visit tomorrow．”
We said good-bye．I went back to my hotel．
Just before dinner, Major Wentworth Caswell found me．It was impossible to avoid him．He insisted on buying me a drink and pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket．Again I saw a torn dollar fixed with blue paper, with a corner missing．It was the one I gave Uncle Caesar．How strange，I thought． I wondered how Caswell got it．
63．We can judge from her behavior that Miss Adair was       ．
A．polite and elegant      B．confident and determined
C．poor and miserable    D．capable and hardworking
64．Adair seemed          after coming back from the back door．
A．as calm as before    B．sadder    C．excited    D．surprised
65．The angry man with a rough voice outside might be           ．
A．Uncle Caesar    B．Mr．Baker    C．Caswell  D．A stranger
66．When the narrator saw Caswell again at his hotel，he was surprised         ．
A．that Caswell should find him
B．that Caswell insisted on buying him a drink
C．that Caswell pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket
D．to find Caswell had the torn dollar bill with a comer missing

A Municipal Report(Adapted from a story by O．Henry)(Ⅱ)

Azalea Adair herself opened the door when I knocked．She was about 50 years old．Her white hair was pulled back from her small，tired face．She wore a pale yellow dress．It was old，but very clean．

Azalea Adair led me into her living room．A damaged table，three chairs and an old red sofa were in the center of the floor．

Azalea Adair and I sat down at the table and began to talk．I told her about the magazine's offer an she told me about herself．She was from an old southern family．Her father had been a judge．

Azalea Adair told me she had never traveled or even attended school．Her parents taught her at home with private teachers．We finished our meeting．I promised to return with the agreement the next day, and rose to leave．

At that moment，someone knocked at the back door．Azalea Adair whispered a soft apology and went to answer the caller．She came back a minute later with bright eyes and pink cheeks．She looked ten year younger．“You must have a cup of tea before you go，”she said．She shook a little bell on the table，and small black girl about twelve years old ran into the room．

Azalea Adair opened a tiny old purse and took out a dollar bill．It had been fixed with a piece of blue paper and the upper right hand comer was missing．It was the dollar I had given to Uncle Caesar．“Go to Mr．Baker's store，Impy ,”she said，“and get me 25 cents' worth of tea and ten cents' worth of sugar cakes． And please hurry．”

The child ran out of the room．We heard the back door close．Then the girl screamed．Her cry mixed with a man's angry voice．Azalea Adair stood up．Her face showed no emotion as she left the room．I heard the man's rough voice and her gentle one．Then a door slammed and she came back into the room．“I am sorry，but I won't be able to offer you any tea after all，” she said．“It seems that Mr．Baker has no more tea．Perhaps he will find some for our visit tomorrow．”

We said good-bye．I went back to my hotel．

Just before dinner, Major Wentworth Caswell found me．It was impossible to avoid him．He insisted on buying me a drink and pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket．Again I saw a torn dollar fixed with blue paper, with a corner missing．It was the one I gave Uncle Caesar．How strange，I thought． I wondered how Caswell got it．

63．We can judge from her behavior that Miss Adair was       ．

A．polite and elegant      B．confident and determined

C．poor and miserable    D．capable and hardworking

64．Adair seemed          after coming back from the back door．

A．as calm as before    B．sadder    C．excited    D．surprised

65．The angry man with a rough voice outside might be           ．

A．Uncle Caesar    B．Mr．Baker    C．Caswell  D．A stranger

66．When the narrator saw Caswell again at his hotel，he was surprised         ．

A．that Caswell should find him

B．that Caswell insisted on buying him a drink

C．that Caswell pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket

D．to find Caswell had the torn dollar bill with a comer missing

A Municipal Report(Adapted from a story by O．Henry)(Ⅱ)

Azalea Adair herself opened the door when I knocked．She was about 50 years old．Her white hair was pulled back from her small，tired face．She wore a pale yellow dress．It was old，but very clean．

Azalea Adair led me into her living room．A damaged table，three chairs and an old red sofa were in the center of the floor．

Azalea Adair and I sat down at the table and began to talk．I told her about the magazine's offer an she told me about herself．She was from an old southern family．Her father had been a judge．

Azalea Adair told me she had never traveled or even attended school．Her parents taught her at home with private teachers．We finished our meeting．I promised to return with the agreement the next day, and rose to leave．

At that moment，someone knocked at the back door．Azalea Adair whispered a soft apology and went to answer the caller．She came back a minute later with bright eyes and pink cheeks．She looked ten year younger．“You must have a cup of tea before you go，”she said．She shook a little bell on the table，and small black girl about twelve years old ran into the room．

Azalea Adair opened a tiny old purse and took out a dollar bill．It had been fixed with a piece of blue paper and the upper right hand comer was missing．It was the dollar I had given to Uncle Caesar．“Go to Mr．Baker's store，Impy ,”she said，“and get me 25 cents' worth of tea and ten cents' worth of sugar cakes． And please hurry．”

The child ran out of the room．We heard the back door close．Then the girl screamed．Her cry mixed with a man's angry voice．Azalea Adair stood up．Her face showed no emotion as she left the room．I heard the man's rough voice and her gentle one．Then a door slammed and she came back into the room．“I am sorry，but I won't be able to offer you any tea after all，” she said． “It seems that Mr．Baker has no more tea．Perhaps he will find some for our visit tomorrow．”

We said good-bye．I went back to my hotel．

Just before dinner, Major Wentworth Caswell found me．It was impossible to avoid him．He insisted on buying me a drink and pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket．Again I saw a torn dollar fixed with blue paper, with a corner missing．It was the one I gave Uncle Caesar．How strange，I thought． I wondered how Caswell got it．

63．We can judge from her behavior that Miss Adair was        ．

A．polite and elegant      B．confident and determined

C．poor and miserable    D．capable and hardworking

64．Adair seemed          after coming back from the back door．

A．as calm as before    B．sadder    C．excited    D．surprised

65．The angry man with a rough voice outside might be           ．

A．Uncle Caesar    B．Mr．Baker    C．Caswell  D．A stranger

66．When the narrator saw Caswell again at his hotel，he was surprised         ．

A．that Caswell should find him

B．that Caswell insisted on buying him a drink

C．that Caswell pulled two one-dollar bills from his pocket

D．to find Caswell had the torn dollar bill with a comer missing

　　I went into a favorite restaurant of mine one evening to have my meal. I knew the owner very well. 1 I was waiting for the soup to arrive, I looked round to see if I knew anyone in the restaurant. It was 2 that I noticed a man sitting at a corner table 3 watching in my direction, as if he knew me. The man had a newspaper open 4 him, which he was 5 to read, though all the while I would see that he was keeping an eye on me. When the waiter brought the soup, the man was clearly 6 by the familiar way in which the waiter and I talked to each other. He became even more puzzled as time went on and he grew more and more obvious that I was well 7 in the restaurant. In the end he got up and went to the kitchen. After a few minutes he came 8 again, paid his bill and left without 9 look in my direction.

　　When I had finished and was 10 to pay my bill. I called the owner of the restaurant over and 11 him what the man had wanted. The owner at 12 didn't want to tell me. I 13 .“Well,” he said, “that man was a detective.” “ 14 ?” I said, much surprised. “He followed you here because he 15 you were the man he was looking for.”the owner said, “He showed me a photograph of the 16 man. He certainly looked 17 you! Of course since we know you here. I was able to make him 18 that he had made a mistake.”“It's 19 I came to a restaurant where I'm known,” I said, “otherwise I 20 have been taken to the police station!”

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　　Charles Drew was a  1 student at Columbia University in New York. Before he graduated, he wrote an article on blood banks,  2 the storing of blood.  3 a lot of people had died from loss of blood because there was no such a thing as a blood bank .

　　When the United States  4 the Second World War, it became necessary to set up blood banks. Dr Drew  5 as the head of the Red Cross' s first blood bank .

　　When the Red Cross  6 blood banks to collect and store blood for men wounded in  7 , black Americans gave blood along with the whites.  8 their blood was not accepted. Later blood from the blacks was accepted but was  9 in a different place from“white”blood. Although the best doctors insisted that there was no  10 at all between the blood of blacks and whites. the Red Cross, with the  11 of the govemment,  12 to separate black blood from white .

　　One day after the war, Dr Drew was  13 from Washington with three other doctors to attend a medical conference(会议) in a southern state. In North Carolina, the  14 went into a ditch (水沟) and Dr Drew was  15 hurt. He had lost a lot of blood by the time a  16 car took him to the  17 hospital. But they were  18 at the gate of the hospital. ‘Take him to the hospital for   19 ,’they were told. No matter what they said, they could not get into the hospital. They  20 take him to the coloured hospital, but on the way Dr Drew died because he had lost too much blood.　　

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