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Balzac studied the handwriting carefully for a few minutes.
The woman, however, told him that
the boy was not her son and
that he might tell her the truth.
“All right,” said Balzac. ”I shall tell you the truth.” And he
said that the boy was a bad, lazy fellow.
“It’s very strange,” said the woman smiling. “This is a page
from your own exercise book, which you used when you were a
boy.”
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Ex. 9
A: Is it going to rain?
B: I hope not.
A: Ought we to take our coats?
B: I think so.
A: Shall we be late?
B: We might be.
A: Is the car all right?
B: I expect so.
A: Will it break down?
B: I doubt it.
A: Have you got enough petrol?
B: I hope I have.
Ex. 17
MY BEDROOM
At night when I feel tired and sleepy, I go up to my bedroom
and switch on the electric light. I take off my shoes, undress and
put on my pyjamas. Then I get into bed and switch off the light.
After a few minutes I fall asleep.
I sleep the whole night
through.
Punctually at seventhirty in the morning, the alarmclock
rings and wakes me up. I get out of bed, put on my dressing
gown and slippers, and go into the bathroom, where I turn on
the hot and cold taps. While the water’s running into the bath, I
wash
my face and neck, clean my teeth, and shave. My shaving
things are on the shelf above the basin. Then I turn off the taps
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and have my bath. Sometimes I have a shower. When I’ve dried
myself with a towel, I get dressed.
On the dressingtable in front of the lookingglass, you’ll see
a hairbrush and a comb, a handmirror,
a bottle of scent and a
powderbox. These, of course, don’t belong to me, but to my
wife. In the chest of drawers I keep clean linen such as shirts,
collars and handkerchiefs, besides things like socks and ties.
The dirty linen is put in a linen basket and sent to the laundry.
In the wardrobe I keep my suits and other clothes, which I hang
on coathangers.
Ex. 19
THE SMOKING CHIMNEY
One afternoon Professor N.
was walking along a country
road when he saw a farmer eating his supper alone in the road
before his house. The professor approached the farmer and
asked him:
“Why are you eating here alone?”
“Well, sir,” answered the farmer after a short pause, “the
chimney smokes.”
“That is too bad,” said the professor. “You must have it
repaired. Let’s have a look at it.”
And before the farmer could say a
word the professor tried to
enter the farmer’s house. As soon as he opened the door a
broom fell on his shoulders and a woman’s voice cried:
“Go away, you old rascal, or I’ll kill you ...”
The professor left the house quickly. The farmer sat in the
road looking very unhappy. The professor approached him and
put his hand on his shoulder.
“Never mind,” said he, “my chimney smokes sometimes too.”
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