Question:
Read the text and answer the questions.
CHAPTER XVII 

"Well!" 

Reist unfastened his sword. The State uniform of the Thetian Guards was cumbersome, and the day was hot. 

"Let Basil bring me wine," he ordered. "The cathedral was a furnace. Everywhere the air seems hot with the shouting of the people." 

"Up here," Marie said, "the clamour of voices has seemed incessant. I have never heard anything like it." 

He walked up and down moodily. He was not sure whether the day had gone according to his liking. All the time her eyes questioned him. 

"One thing," he declared, "is certain. Never again will a republic exist in Theos. Two generations of _roués_ and madmen have not sickened this people of the House of Tyrnaus. Their loyalty is amazing." 

"This man," she said, "is neither _roué_ nor madman." 

"It is true," he admitted. 

He drank his wine, and as he set the glass down he felt her watching him. He understood the unspoken question in her deep, blue eyes. 

"Of his betrothal," Reist said, slowly, "there was no word." 

She drew herself up haughtily, a slim, stately figure in her magnificent white dress, caught up with jewels, and the curious bejewelled head-dress which in Theos was the symbol of her rank. Yet Nicholas, who watched her closely, caught the gleam of something in her eyes which surprised him. It was more like relief than anger. 

"Was our ancient usage explained to him?" she asked. 

"Yes! I told him that an unmarried king was contrary to the time-sanctioned custom of our country. I told him that the announcement of his betrothal should be made at the moment of his coronation. The people expected it, and it would add immensely to his popularity." 
1. What chapter is this?
2. Who was wearing military gear to start?
3. How was the weather?
4. What does he want from Basil?
5. Who is he talking to?
6. Was he happy?
7. What did he feel would not occur in Theos again?
8. What did he think was amazing of the folk there?
9. Does he ever get the wine?
10. What color are Marie's eyes?
11. And her outfit?
12. When did he feel the engagement should be announced?

Numbered answers:
1. CHAPTER XVII
2. Reist
3. hot
4. wine
5. Marie
6. no
7. a republic
8. Their loyalty
9. yes
10. blue
11. white
12. at the moment of the king's coronation


Question:
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(CNN) -- About a year after losing his dad in a plane crash, Matt Snoddy climbed into the cockpit for an emotional flight. 

His kids Charlie, age 5 and Alice, 3, were tucked in the back of the tiny Cessna and his flight instructor was seated alongside. Snoddy pulled back on the stick and they were airborne. 

The Lexington, Kentucky, landscape spread out below them as the plane gained altitude. Snoddy couldn't help but gaze down at Blue Grass Airport, where Comair Flight 191 crashed during takeoff, killing his father, Tim Snoddy, and 48 others. 

A government investigation blamed the crash on Flight 191's pilots, who attempted takeoff from a wrong runway. The FAA administrator at the time said disasters like Flight 191 might be avoided under NextGen, the nation's sweeping air traffic overhaul set to roll out by 2025. 

Memories of the crash had kept Snoddy -- a longtime private pilot -- out of the cockpit until his wife offered the flight as a gift for Father's Day. "She wanted me to take the kids up and to see if I wanted to keep flying." 

Snoddy and his father shared a love for flying -- Matt Snoddy as a pilot and his dad as a passenger. Tim Snoddy enjoyed flying so much he'd been talking about getting his pilots' license, too. 

Tim Snoddy, a 51-year-old accountant and consultant for legal cases, was a frequent business traveler who left his Lexington home many times a year to spend a total of six months away at his offices in Asheville, North Carolina, and near Fort Lauderdale, Florida. 
1. What airport was Matt Snoddy at?
2. What was he about to do?
3. How long had it been since he had done that?
4. Why had it been so long?
5. Did he have kids?
6. How many?
7. What were their names?
8. How old was Charlie?
9. Were they with him?
10. Anyone else?
11. Who?
12. Who was his father's crash blamed on?
13. What did they do?
14. Why is he now getting back in the driver's seat?
15. Why did she do this?
16. How old was his father when he passed?
17. Was his dad a pilot?
18. Did he want to be?
19. What was his occupation?
20. Did he travel a lot?

Numbered answers:
1. Blue Grass Airport
2. climbed into the cockpit
3. - About a year
4. He lost his dad in a plane crash
5. Yes
6. Two
7. Charlie and Alice
8. Five
9. Ye
10. Yes
11. his flight instructo
12. on Flight 191's pilots,
13. attempted takeoff from a wrong runway.
14. his wife offered the flight as a gift for Father's Day.
15. "She wanted him to take the kids up and to see if I wanted to keep flying."
16. 51
17. No
18. Yes
19. accountant and consultant for legal cases,
20. Yes


Question:
Read the text and answer the questions.
CHAPTER III 



After three weeks had elapsed, I determined to make a strong appeal to Erskine to do justice to the memory of Cyril Graham, and to give to the world his marvellous interpretation of the Sonnets--the only interpretation that thoroughly explained the problem. I have not any copy of my letter, I regret to say, nor have I been able to lay my hand upon the original; but I remember that I went over the whole ground, and covered sheets of paper with passionate reiteration of the arguments and proofs that my study had suggested to me. It seemed to me that I was not merely restoring Cyril Graham to his proper place in literary history, but rescuing the honour of Shakespeare himself from the tedious memory of a commonplace intrigue. I put into the letter all my enthusiasm. I put into the letter all my faith. 

No sooner, in fact, had I sent it off than a curious reaction came over me. It seemed to me that I had given away my capacity for belief in the Willie Hughes theory of the Sonnets, that something had gone out of me, as it were, and that I was perfectly indifferent to the whole subject. What was it that had happened? It is difficult to say. Perhaps, by finding perfect expression for a passion, I had exhausted the passion itself. Emotional forces, like the forces of physical life, have their positive limitations. Perhaps the mere effort to convert any one to a theory involves some form of renunciation of the power of credence. Perhaps I was simply tired of the whole thing, and, my enthusiasm having burnt out, my reason was left to its own unimpassioned judgment. However it came about, and I cannot pretend to explain it, there was no doubt that Willie Hughes suddenly became to me a mere myth, an idle dream, the boyish fancy of a young man who, like most ardent spirits, was more anxious to convince others than to be himself convinced. 
1. Did the author keep copies of his letter?
2. Has he been able to find the original?
3. Whom was he writing to?
4. For what purpose?
5. Did he put a lot of effort into the writing?
6. How long did he wait before starting to write?
7. What had Cyril interpreted?
8. After sending the letter, did he still feel passionate?
9. Who became a myth to him?
10. Was the author able to narrow down what caused him to lose his interest?


Numbered answers:
1. No
2. No
3. Erskine
4. Restore Cyril Graham to his proper place in literary history
5. Yes
6. three weeks
7. Shakespeare
8. No
9. Willie Hughes
10. It is difficult to say.