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She had found a small flat near the school, although her mother said that Grace was too young and the district was too dangerous, Grace felt she had done the right thing.

So this was Form IIIB. The morning had been bad enough, while the pupils were still wary and getting used to Grace`s ways. Yet when she climbed back to IIIB after her lunch, she was, for one moment after she opened the door, on the point of running away from Green Lane for ever.

There were two fights going on, one in each corner of the room. There were pieces of paper all over the floor. One of the tables was on its side, with one leg broken.

She laid her books on the desk.

- Be quiet! - shout Grace, wondering what she was going there and why she had decided to become a teacher. She had told Geoffrey she could shout as loudly as he. And perhaps it was true. The two fights stopped and those who were watching them or talking and laughing in the middle of the room turned round and looked at her in surprise.

-Be quite, - Grace repeated. - And pick up that table. We`ll write a dictation.

-Can`t, - said the red-haired girl in the white sweater. - The boys have broken it.

-What do we do then?

They sat quietly now looking at her.

-Well, pick up the table anyway. Put it at the back of the room. One of you boys at the back.- That was a mistake. That gave each of them an excuse to think she meant someone else.

Suddenly she felt tears coming to her eyes. She couldn`t cry in front of everybody.

-I`m asking you for the last time -pick-up- that- table.

Immediately, a large boy with a red face was on his feet. He went to the broken table and picked it up.

It was all right now. Grace could look up at her class. She sat down and stated checking the register of Form IIIB.

Answer the following questions:

1) What did Grace do to get a job at Green Lane?

2) Why was she lucky to get it?

3) What did her mother think of her new job and a flat?

4) What form was she going to teach?

5) How did the pupils receive Grace in the morning?

6) What did Grace do to stop the fights?

7) What mistakes did Grace make at her first kesson?

UNIT 16.

Тема: Infinitive

Text: “The Escape.”

I have always believed that if a woman made up her mind to marry a man nothing could save him. I have only once known a man who in such circumstances managed to save himself. His name was Roger Charing. He was no longer young when he fell in love with Ruth Barlow and he had had enough experience to make him careful. But Ruth Barlow had a gift that makes most men defenseless. This was the gift of pathos. Mrs Barlow was twice a widow. She had splendid dark eyes and they were the most moving I ever saw. They seemed to be always on the point of filling with tears and you felt that her sufferings had been impossible to bear. If you were a strong fellow with plenty of money, like Roger Charing, you should say to yourself: I must stand between the troubles of life and this helpless little thing. Mrs Barlow was one of those unfortunate persons with whom nothing goes right. If she married the husband beat her; if she employed a broker he cheated her; if she took a cook she drank.

When Roger told me that he was going to marry her, I wished him joy. As for me I thought she was stupid and as hard as nails.

Roger introduced her to his friends. He gave her lovely jewels. He took her everywhere. Their marriage was announced for the nearest future. Roger was very pleased with himself, he was committing a good action.

Then suddenly he felt out of love. I don`t know why. Perhaps that pathetic look of her eyes ceased to touch his heart-strings. He realized that Ruth Barlow had made up her mind to marry him and he swore that nothing would make him marry her. Roger knew it wouldn`t be easy.

Roger didn`t show that his feelings to Ruth Barlow had changed. He remained attentive to all her wishes, he took her to dine at restaurants, he sent her flowers, he was charming.

They were to get married as soon as they found a house that suited them; and they started looking for residences. The agents sent Roger orders to view and he took Ruth to see some houses. It was very difficult to find anything satisfactory. They visited house after house. Sometimes they were too large and sometimes they were too small; sometimes they were too far from the center and sometimes they were too close; sometimes they were too expensive and sometimes they wanted too many repairs; sometimes they were too stuffy and sometimes they were too airy. Roger always found a fault that made the house unsuitable. He couldn`t let his dear Ruth to live in a bad house.

Ruth began to grow peevish. Roger asked her to have patience. They were looking at hundreds of houses; they climbed thousands of stairs. Ruth was exhausted and often lost her temper. For two years they looked for houses. Ruth grew silent, her eyes no longer looked beautiful and pathetic. There are limits to human patience.

"Do you want to marry me or do you not?" she asked him one day.

" Of course I do. We`ll be married the very moment we find a house."

"I don`t feel well enough to look at any more houses".

Ruth Barlow took to her bed. Roger remained gallant as ever. Every day he wrote letters to her and told her that he had heard of another house for them to look at. A week later he received the following letter:

"Roger,- I do not think you really love me. I`ve found someone who really wants to take care of me. I am going to be married to him today.

Ruth".

He sent back his reply:

"Ruth- I`ll never get over this blow. But your happiness must be my first concern. I send you seven addresses.I am sure you`ll find among them a house that will exactly suit you. This will be my wedding gift to you!"

Roger.

Answer the following questions:

1) How old was Roger Charing when he fell in love?

2) What gift did Ruth Barlow possess?

3) Describe Ruth Barlow. Why does the author call her " an unfortunate person"?

4) How did roger court Ruth Barlow?

5) Why did his feelings suddenly change and what did he swear?

6) Why didn`t Ruth feel that his attitude towards her had changed?

7) What was Ruth`s letter about?

UNIT 17.

Тема: Infinitive. Complex Object

Text: “How We Kept Mother's Day.”

after S. Leacock

Of all the different ideas that have been started lately, I think that the very best is the notion of celebrating once a year "Mother's Day".

It is especially in a big family like ours that such an idea takes hold. We thought it a fine idea. It made us all realize all the efforts and sacrifice that Mother had made for our sake for years. So we decided that we'd do everything we could to make Mother happy. Father decided to take a holiday from his office and my sister and I stayed home from college and Mary and my brother Will stayed at home from High School:

The two girls thought it would be a nice thing to dress in our very best for such a big occasion. So they both got new hats, and Father bought silk ties for himself and us boys as a souvenir of the day Mother`s Day. We were going to get Mother a new hat too, but it turned out that she seemed to really like her old grey bonnet better than a new one, and both the girls said that it was awfully becoming to her.

Well, after breakfast we had it arranged as a surprise for Mother that we would hire a motor car and take her for a beautiful drive away into the country. Mother is hardly ever able to have a treat like that because she is busy in the house nearly all the time.

So we got Mother to cut up some sandwiches and make up asort of lunch in case we got hungry. Mother packed it all up in a basket for us ready to go in the motor.

Well, when the car came to the door, it turned out that there hardly seemed as much room in it as we had supposed and it was plain enough that we couldn't all get in.

Father said not to mind him, he said that he could just as well stay home; he said that there was a lot of work that he could do. Then he wanted us to go right ahead and be happy. And in fact, he said he had been a fool to think there would be any holiday for him.

But of course we all felt that it would never do to let Father stay at home. The two girls would gladly have stayed and helped the maid to cook dinner, only it seemed such a pity to, on a lovely day like this. But both said, that Mother had only to say the word, and they'd gladly stay home and work. Will and I would have dropped out, but unfortunately we wouldn't have been any use in getting the dinner.

So at the end it was decided that Mother would stay at home and just have a lovely restful day round the house, and get the dinner. It was just a little bit cold and fresh out of doors and Father was rather afraid that Mother might take cold if she came.

He said he would never forgive himself if he dragged Mother round the country and let her take a severe cold.

So we all drove away with three cheers for Mother, and Mother stood watching us for as long as she could see us.

It was quite late when we got back, but Mother had guessed that we would be late. So she kept back the dinner so as to have it just nicely ready and hot for us. She had to get up and down a good bit' during the meal fetching things back and forward, but at the end Father noticed it and said she simply mustn't do it, that he wanted her to spare herself, and he got up and fetched the walnuts over from the sideboard himself.

The dinner lasted a long while, and was great fun, and when it was all over all of us wanted to help clear the things up and wash the dishes, only Mother said that she would much rather do it herself, and so we let her, because we wanted" just for once to humour her.

It was quite late when it was all over, and when we all kissed Mother before going to bed, she said it had been the most wonderful day in her life. And I think there were tears in her eyes. So we all felt awfully repaid for all that we had done.

Answer the following questions:

1) What idea took hold in a big family?

2) Why did the family decide to make their mother happy?

3) What kind of surprise did the family arrange for their mother?

4) Why did the father want to stay at home?

5) What did mother do then the family got back?

6) Did the family help their mother to clean the things up and wash the dishes?

7) Why were there tears in Mother`s eyes?

UNIT 18.

Тема: Infinitive. Complex Subject

Text: “The Use of Force.”

They were new patients to me, "Olson. Please come down as soon as you can, my daughter is very sick."

When I arrived I was met by the mother, a big startled looking woman, very clean and apologetic who merely said, "Is this the doctor?" and let me in. "You must excuse us, doctor," she added, "we have her in the kitchen where it is warm. It is very damp here sometimes."

The child was fully dressed and sitting on her father's lap near the kitchen table. I took off my overcoat and started to look things over I could see that they were all very nervous, eyeing me up and down distrustfully. As often in such cases, they weren't telling me more than they had to. It was up to me to tell them; that's why they were spending three dollars on me.

The child was fairly eating me up with her cold, steady eyes. She didn't move and seemed quiet; an unusually attractive little thing. But her face was flushed, she was breathing rapidly, and I realized that she had a high fever. She had magnificent blond hair. One of those picture children often reproduced in advertising leaflets.

"She's had a fever for three days," began the father, "and we don't know what it comes from. My wife has given her things, you know, like people do,-but it hasn't done any good. So you'd better look her over and tell us what is the matter."

As doctors often do I took a trial shot at it as a point of departure. "Has she had a sore throat?"

Both parents answered me together, "No... No, she says the throat doesn't hurt her."

"Does your throat hurt you?" added mother to the child. But the little girl's expression didn't change nor did she move her eyes from my face.

"Have you looked?"

"I tried to," said the mother, "but I couldn't see." We had been having a number of cases of diphtheria in the school to which this child went during that month and we were all thinking of that, though no one has yet spoken of the thing.

"Well," I said, "suppose we take a look at the throat first." I smiled in my best professional manner and asking for the child's first name I said, "Come on, Mathilda, open your mouth and let's take a look at your throat."

Nothing doing.

"Come on, just open your mouth wide and let me take a look. I haven't anything in my hands. Just open up and let me see."

"Such a nice man," put in the mother. "Look how kind he is to you. Come on, do what he tells you to. He won't hurt you."

If only they wouldn't use the word "hurt" I might be able to get somewhere. But I didn't allow myself to be hurried or disturbed but speaking quietly and slowly I approached the child again.

As I moved my chair a little nearer suddenly with one catlike movement both her hands reached instinctively for my eyes and she knocked my glasses flying. They fell, though unbroken, several feet away from me on the kitchen floor. Both the mother and father almost turned themselves inside out in embarrassment and apology. "You bad girl," said the. mother, taking her and shaking her by one arm. "Look what you've done. The nice man..."

"For heaven's sake," I broke in. "Don't call me a nice man to her. I'm here to look at her throat on the chance she might have diphtheria and possibly die of it. But that's nothing to her." "Look here," I said to the child, "we are going to look at your throat. You're old enough to understand what I'm saying. Will you open it now by yourself or shall we have to open it for you?"

Not a move. Even her expression hadn't changed. Her breaths however were coming faster and faster. Then the battle began.

The father did his best, and he was a big man but the fact that she was his daughter, his shame at her behaviour and his dread of hurting her made him release her just at the critical moment several times when I had almost achieved success. But his dread also that she might have diphtheria made him tell me to go on, though he himself was almost fainting.

"Put her in front of you on your lap," I ordered, "and hold both her wrists."

But as soon as he did the child let out a scream. "Don't, you're hurting me. Stop it! Stop it! You're killing me!"

"Do you think she can stand it, doctor!" said the mother.

"You get out," said the husband to his wife. "Do you want her to die of diphtheria?"

"Come on now, hold her," I said.

Perhaps I should have stopped and come back in an hour or more. It must have been better. But I have seen at least two children lying dead in bed of neglect in such cases, and feeling that I must get a diagnosis now. Or I would never do it again.

In a final attempt I forced the heavy silver spoon back of her teeth and down her throat: and there it was— both tonsils covered with membranes. She had fought to keep me from knowing her secret. She must have been hiding that sore throat for three days at least and lying to her parents in order to escape just such an outcome as this.

(After William Carlos Williams)

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Answer the following questions:

1) Why did the mother call the doctor??

2) Where did the doctor find the little girl?

3) How did the little girl behave?

4) What made the doctor realize she had a high fever?

5) How did the doctor first approach the child?

6) What was the girl`s reaction to the doctor`s request to open her mouth?

7) Why was the child fighting with the doctor?

UNIT 19.

Тема: Независимый причастный оборот

Text: “The Telephone Call.”

The office would not shut until five, of couse, but when you are the only Blair of Blair, Hayward and Bennett, you go home when you think you will.

It was four o`clock on a spring evening, and Robert Blair was thinking of going home.

It was unlikely that his telephone would ring, so he sat there, in the lazy atmosphere of a spring evening in a little market town, staring at the last patch of sunlight on his desk. In the patch of sunlight was his tea-tray. At 3:50 exactly on every working day, Miss Tuff carried into his office a tray with a cup of tea, and, on a plate, two biscuits. She was never late, she was always on time.

It was when his eyes rested on the blue plate where the biscuits had been. Robert experienced the odd sensation in his chest again. The sensation had nothing to do with the two biscuits, at least, not physically. It had to do with the inevitability of the biscuit routine.

Until the last year or so he had found no fault with certainty or placidity. He had never wanted any other life but this. He still did not want any other.

Certainly he, Robert Blair, hoped very heartily that his life would go on being what it was until he died. He had known since his schooldays that he would go into the firm, and one day succeed his father.

Не sighed and gathered his feet under him to get up, when the telephone rang.

Always, afterwards, Robert wondered what would have happened if that telephone call had been one minute later. In one minute, sixty worthless seconds, he would have taken his coat from the peg in the hall and stepped out into the pale sunlight.

But the telephone rang in time; and Robert put out his hand and picked up the receiver.

"Is that Mr. Blair?" a woman's voice asked; it sounded breathless

and hurried. "Mr. Blair, you don't know me. My name is Sharpe, Marion Sharpe. I live with my mother at the Franchise on the Larborough road, you know."

"Yes, I know it," Blair said.

"I'm sorry to trouble you and I know we haven't met yet, but I've seen you in Milford and I need a lawyer. I mean, I need one now, this minute. I'm in trouble and I need legal backing."

"If it's your car..,," began Robert.

"Car?" she said vaguely. "Oh I see. No. Oh, no. It isn't anything like that. It's something much more serious." Then the voice added hastily, "I haven't murdered anyone, if that's what you're thinking."

"The point is: are you supposed to have murdered anyone?"

"No, it isn't murder at all. I'm supposed to have kidnapped someone. And, anyhow, I need someone now, at once."

As Robert Blair brought the ear to a stop in front of the tall iron gate, he found that two other cars were already there. It needed only one glance at the nearer car to identify it. It was the police. He looked at the farther car and saw that it was Hallam's, the local Inspector. There were three people in the police car: the driver and, in the back, a middle-aged woman and what seemed to be either a child or a young girl.

Before he could ring the bell the door was opened — not by a maid but by Marion Sharpe.

"The Law is in here," she said pushing open a door and ushering him into drawing-room. Robert would have liked to talk to her alone for a moment, but it was too late to suggest it.

Hallam was sitting on the edge of a chair, looking uneasy. And by the window, entirely at his ease there, was a youngish man in a well-tailored suit.

As they got up, Hallam and Robert nodded to each other.

"You know Inspector Hallam, then?" Marion Sharpe said. "And this is the Detective-Inspector Grant from Scotland Yard."

Grant shook hands, and said: "I'm glad you've come, Mr. Blair. I couldn't very well proceed until Miss Sharpe had some kind of support, friendly support if not legal, but if legal, so much the better."

"I see. And what are you charging her with?"

"We are not charging her with anything." Grant began, but Marion interrupted him.

"I'm supposed to have kidnapped and beaten up someone."

"Beaten up?" Robert said, surprised.

"Yes," she said. "Beaten her black and blue."

"Her?"

"A girl. She is outside the gate in a car now."

"I think we should begin at the beginning," Robert said.

"Perhaps I should do the explaining," Grant said mildly.

"Yes," said Miss Sharpe, "do, please. After all, it is your story."

"Just before Easter," Giant began, "a girl called Elizabeth Kane, who Jived with her guardians near Aylesbury, went to spend a short holiday with a married aunt in Mainshill, the suburb of Larborough. At the end of the week her guardians had a postcard from her saying that she was enjoying herself very much and was staying on. When she didn't turn up on the day before she was supposed to go back to school, they wrote to her aunt to send her back. The aunt wrote them back saying that her niece had left for home a fortnight previously. The exchange of letters had taken almost a week, so that by the time they went to the police about it the girl bad been missing for three weeks. The police took all the usual measures. But before they could really get going the girl turned up. She walked into her home late one niight, wearing only a dress and shoes and in a state of complete exhaustion. She said she bad been "kidnapped" in a car with two women in it. Her description of the women happens to fit that of Miss Sharpe and her mother."

(After "The Franchise Affair" by J. Tey)

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