Consider the information given in Units 1—6 and accomplish the tasks given below. Check them with the keys.

c) Marianne would have thought herself very inexcusable had she been able to sleep at all the first night after parting from John Willoughby. She was awake the whole night, and she wept the greatest part of it. She got up with an headache, was unable to talk, and unwilling to take any nourishment. When breakfast was over, she walked out by herself, and wandered along their favourite walks, indulging the recollection of past enjoyment and crying over the present reverse. The evening passed off in the equal indulgence of feeling. Marianne played over every song that she had been used to play to Willoughby, every air in which their voices had been oftenest joined, and sat at the instrument gazing on every line of music that he had written out for her, till her heart was so heavy that no farther sadness could be gained; and this nourishment of grief was every day applied. She spent whole hours at the piano alternatively singing and crying, her voice often totally suspended by her tears. In books, too, she courted the misery which a contrast between the past and present was certain of giving. She read nothing but what they had been used to read together. (Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility)

d) Soon, other men began to come into the house. First a doctor, then two detectives, one of whom she knew by name. Later, a police photographer arrived and took pictures, and a man who knew about fingerprints. There was a great deal of whispering and muttering beside the corpse, and the detectives kept asking her a lot of questions. She told her story again, right from the beginning, when Patrick had come in, and she was sewing, and he was so tired that he hadn’t wanted to go out for supper. She told how she’d put the meat in the oven and slipped out to the grocer for vegetables, and come back to find him lying on the floor. “Which grocer?” one of the detectives asked. She told him, and he turned and whispered something to the other detective who immediately went outside into the street. In fifteen minutes he was back with a page of notes, and there was more whispering, and through her sobbing she heard a few of the whispered phrases — “…acted quite normal…very cheerful…wanted to give him a good supper…peas…cheese…impossible that she…” (Roald Dahl, A Lamb to the Slaughter)

e) “It is absurd asking me to behave myself,” the ghost answered, looking in astonishment at the pretty little girl who had ventured to address him, “quite absurd. I must rattle my chains, and groan through keyholes, and walk about at night, if that is what you mean. It is my only reason for existence.”

“It is no reason at all for existing, and you know you have been very wicked. You killed your wife, and it is very wrong to kill any one.”

“Oh, I hate the cheap severity of abstract ethics! My wife was very plain, never had my ruffs properly starched, and knew nothing about cookery! However, it is no matter now, for it is all over; and I don’t think it was very nice of her brothers to starve me to death, though I did kill her.”

“Starve you to death? Oh, Mr. Ghost, I mean Sir Simon, are you hungry? I have a sandwich in my case. Would you like it?”

“No, thank you, I never eat anything now; but it is very kind of you all the same.”(Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost)