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Questions 1-10 are based on the following passage.
This passage is adapted from E. M. foster, A Room with a
view Originally published in 1908. Lucy Honey church has
just returned to England from Italy.
The society out of which Cecil Proposed to rescue
Lucy was perhaps no very splendid affair, yet I was
more splendid than her antecedents entitled her to.
Her father, a prosperous local solicitor, had built
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Windy Corner, as a speculation at the time the
district was opening up, and, falling in love with his
own creation, had ended by living there himself. Soon
after his marriage, the social atmosphere began to
alter. Other houses were built on the brow of that
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steep southern slope, and others, again, among the
pine trees behind, and northward on the chalk
barrier of the downs. Most of these houses were
larger than Windy Corner, and were filled by people
who came, not from the district, but from London,
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and who mistook the Honeychurches for the
remnants of an indigenous aristocracy. He was
inclined to be frightened, but his wife accepted the
situation without either pride or humility. “I cannot
think what people are doing,” she would say, “but it
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is extremely fortunate for the children. “She called
everywhere, her calls were returned with enthusiasm,
and by the time people found out that she was not
exactly of their milieu, they liked her, and it did not
seem to matter. When Mr. Honeychurch died, he
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had the satisfaction – which few honest solicitors
despise - of leaving his family rooted in the best
society obtainable.
The best obtainable. Certainly many of the
immigrants were rather dull, and Lucy realized this
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more vividly since her return from Italy. Hitherto she
had accepted their ideals without questioning – their
kindly affluence, their in explosive religion, their
dislike of paper-bags, orange-peel, and broken
bottles. A Radical out and out, she learnt to speak
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with horror of Suburbia. Life, so far as she troubled
to conceive it, was a circle of rich, pleasant people,
with identical interests and identical foes. In this
circle, one thought, married and died. Outside it
were poverty and vulgarity for ever trying to enter,
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just as the London fog tries to enter the pine-woods
pouring through the g aps in the northern hills. But,
in Italy, where any one who choose may warm
himself in equality, as in the sun, this conception of
life vanished. Her senses expanded; she felt that there
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was no one whom she might not get to like, that
social barriers were irremovable, doubtless, but not
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