The boy gave me a strange look, then stood up. As he left he shouted out, “There’s something wrong with this woman!” Everybody looked at me, but it was worse when I finished my coffee and ready to leave. My face turned red when I knew I’d made a mistake. It wasn’t my chocolate that I had been eating. There was mine, unopened, just under my newspaper.
81.A self-service shop may be a place where you __________ .
A. can buy what you want at the lowest price
B. can get everything you want free of charge
C. have to get what you want all by yourself
D. may find the waitresses there only serve themselves
82.From the description of the boy by the writer, we know that the writer ______________ .
A. enjoyed very much the way he was decked out
B. disliked the way he was decked out and expressed her dissatisfaction
C. somewhat disliked the way he was decked out but already got used to it
D. was fond of the way he was decked out
83.What made the author surprised when she returned to her seat?
A. How the boy was decked out B. Seeing the boy eating her chocolate
C. Finding the boy bullying his friends D. The way the boy was dressed up
84.Why do you think the author rush-ate the chocolate with the boy?
A. Because it was exciting for her to do so.
B. Because she knew that the chocolate was his.
C. Because she thought the chocolate was hers.
D. Because she wanted to prove herself brave.
85.What can be concluded from this story?
A. It is always safe to judge one by his clothes.
B. It is usually wrong to judge one by his clothes.
C. It is not always safe to judge one by his clothes.
D. It is certainly safe to judge one by his clothes.
Passage B
“Fire! Fire!” what terrible words to hear when one wakes up in a strange house in the middle of the night! It was a large, old wooden house----the sort that burn beautifully-----and my room was on the floor. I jumped out of the bed, opened the door and stepped out into the passage. It was full of thick smoke.
I began to run, but as I was still only half-awake, instead of going towards the stairs I went in the opposite direction. The smoke grew thicker and I could see flames all around. The floor became hot under my bare feet. I found an open door and ran into a room to get to the window. But before I could reach it, one of my feet caught in something soft and I fell down. The thing I had fallen over felt like a bundle of clothes, and I picked it up to protect my face from the smoke and heat. Just then the floor gave way under me and I crashed to the floor below with pieces of burning wood all around me.