Read the excerpt from "the lady maid's bell." but that wasn’t the only queer thing in the house. the very next day i found out that mrs. brympton had no nurse; and then i asked agnes about the woman i had seen in the passage the afternoon before. agnes said she had seen no one, and i saw that she thought i was dreaming. to be sure, it was dusk when we went down the passage, and she had excused herself for not bringing a light; but i had seen the woman plain enough to know her again if we should meet. i decided that she must have been a friend of the cook’s, or of one of the other women servants: perhaps she had come down from town for a night’s visit, and the servants wanted it kept secret. some ladies are very stiff about having their servants’ friends in the house overnight. at any rate, i made up my mind to ask no more questions. how does this excerpt support the idea that the story is told by an unreliable narrator?

What do other people think of the family’s tolerance for muggs behavior

What ideal of imagist poetry is best reflected in this poem by ezra pound in which he compares a crowded metro station to a flowering tree branch? in a station of the metro the apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, black bough. a. poetry should be about urban subjects and ideas. b. old poetry should be rewritten in a modern style. c. poets should be able to describe ordinary subjects in new ways. d. poets should write about new subjects with conventional techniques.

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed