ACTIVITY 93: You are going to read an extract from an
Eight sentences (A to I) have been removed from the
article. Choose from the sentences the one which fits each gap 1 to 8. There is
one extra sentence which you do not need to use. Then check the
Paul became ill very suddenly.
'Would you like a cup of tea?',
Paul was in his eighties and I remember him going for his nightly walk
accompanied by his walking stick and a small dog.
Late into the night I could hear him coughing.
However, I could not believe what had happened.
can still remember the view from the window and the constant changes in
heard him occasionally in his own room.
Neither was there any steam coming out of the old kettle normally kept
hot by the fire.
rented a small room at the top of an old damp two-storey Victorian
lived in Portstewart, one of the small villages on the coast. .
The house was the last one in the terrace and from its window I could
look out on the grey, ever-restless ocean.
The weather in that part
of the North of Ireland was never the kindest, though when the summer
came the landscape around us, the easy access to Donegal and to the
remoter parts of the North gave the area its own particular delight.
An old retired couple who owned the house lived in two rooms on the
ground floor.. His
bent figure would brave even Portstewart's weather as he walked along
the sea front. I never saw the old man at any other time apart from
His wife, his second,
would sit quietly in the kitchen beside the fire constantly knitting and
offering us cups of tea as we came in from the pub or back from
studying. She never bothered us much, was always friendly and enjoyed a
cup of tea with those of us who would sit and chat with her.
were not surprised, aware even then that age can be cruel. But what
moved me most was his rapid worsening, the fact that I never again saw
him walking bent double against the wind, and the sight of his walking
stick always lying in the hall. It became a strange kind of symbol.
fact that we were only aware of this old man's illness through his
rasping cough and his wife's nursing him gave the house an air of heavy
One evening, I came in from the cold and went straight to the kitchen to
heat myself at the fire. Mrs Paul sat alone. There was a silence I
couldn't understand. I recall now that her knitting needles were for
once not in evidence. . Her
face was very still. It took her some time to acknowledge me coming into
looked up slowly and I remember her old, lined but still quite beautiful
face as she said calmly and without emotion: 'My husband is dead.'
Aunque triste, es una dulce
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