B2 UNITS 9 and 10 Literature
B2 UNITS 9 and 10 Literature
B2 UNITS 9 and 10 Literature
4G 9:20 56%
She had reached the Park gates. She stood for a china cockatoo, she had seen them all lit up once;
moment, looking at the omnibuses in Piccadilly. and remembered Sylvia, Fred, Sally Seton--such hosts
25 of people; and dancing all night; and the waggons
She would not say of any one in the world now that
plodding past to market; and driving home across
they were this or were that. She felt very young; at the
the Park. She remembered once throwing a shilling
5 same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife
into the Serpentine. But every one remembered; what
through everything; at the same time was outside,
she loved was this, here, now, in front of her; the fat
looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched
30 lady in the cab. Did it matter then, she asked herself,
the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and
walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she
alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very
must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on
10 dangerous to live even one day. Not that she thought
without her; did she resent it; or did it not become
herself clever, or much out of the ordinary. How she had
consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? but
got through life on the few twigs of knowledge Fräulein
35 that somehow in the streets of London, on the ebb and
Daniels gave them she could not think. She knew
flow of things, here, there, she survived, Peter survived,
nothing; no language, no history; she scarcely read a
lived in each other, she being part, she was positive, of
15 book now, except memoirs in bed; and yet to her it was
the trees at home; of the house there, ugly, rambling
absolutely absorbing; all this; the cabs passing; and she
all to bits and pieces as it was; part of people she had
would not say of Peter, she would not say of herself, I
40 never met; being laid out like a mist between the
am this, I am that.
people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches
Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread
20 she thought, walking on. If you put her in a room with ever so far, her life, herself. But what was she dreaming
some one, up went her back like a cat’s; or she purred. as she looked into Hatchards’ shop window? What was
Devonshire House, Bath House, the house with the 45 she trying to recover?
A VOCABULARY FOCUS
omnibus (line 2): an old word for ‘bus’ waggon (line 25): a cart
Piccadilly (line 2): a busy street in central London plod (line 26): to walk with slow heavy steps
unspeakably (line 5): very, extremely shilling (line 27): a small unit of money
perpetual (line 7): constant, without stopping the Serpentine (line 28): a lake in London’s Hyde Park
cab (line 8): taxi ebb and flow (line 35-36): the flow of water, like the
twig (line 12): a very small thin branch of a tree tide in the sea
memoir (line 15): an account of someone’s experiences rambling (line 38): large and untidy
written by that person mist (line 40): a mass of small drops of water in the air
purr (line 21): the sound a cat makes when it is happy branch (line 41): a part of a tree that grows out of the
cockatoo (line 23): a large bird like a parrot trunk and has leaves growing on it