How does the author provide readers with
important information about Aunt Gertrude in
the passage's exposition?
The author includes a flashback
that details the narrator's
interactions with and views on his
aunt.
The author foreshadows the ending
by mentioning Aunt Gertrude's well-
known generosity.
The author has the narrator's uncle
read aloud a letter written by Aunt
Gertrude
The author includes dialogue in
which characters talk about Aunt
Gertrude's traits

Read the following claim. people likely will continue making new year's resolutions despite often being unable to follow through on them. which selection from the article provides the best support for this statement?

Which evidence from the text best supports the idea that malcolm and donalbain believe they need to flee scotland before someone tries to murder them too?

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream