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Read the passage given below and answer the questions, complete the statements that follow by choosing the appropriate options from the given ones.
Kennedy is a country doctor, and lives in Colebrook, on the shores of Eastbay. A good many years ago, now on my return from abroad, he invited me to stay with him. I came readily enough, and as he could not neglect his patients to keep me company, he took me on his rounds - thirty miles or so of an afternoon, sometimes. I waited for him on the roads, and, sitting in the dogcart I could hear Kennedy's laugh through the half-open door, left open of some cottage. He had a big, hearty laugh that would have fitted a man twice his size, a brisk manner, a bronzed face and a pair of grey, profoundly attentive eyes. He had the talent of making people talk to him freely, and an inexhaustible patience in listening to their tales.
One day, as we trotted out of a large village into a shady bit of a road, I saw on our left had a low, black cottage, with diamond panes in the windows, Kennedy pulled up to a walk. A women in full sunlight, was throwing a dripping blanket over a line stretched between two old apple trees. Covered by a thick dog-skin glove the doctor raised his voice over the hedge : "How's your child, Amy?"
I had no time to see her dull face, red, not with a blush that covered it but as if her flat cheeks had been vigorously slapped, and to take in the squat figure, the scanty, dusty brown hair drawn into a light knot at the back of the head. She looked quite young. With a distinct catch in her breath, her voice sounded low and timid.
"He's well, thank you."
We trotted again, 'A young patient of yours', I said : and the doctor, flicking he house absently, muttered. 'Her husband used to be'.
Read the passage given below and answer the questions, complete the statements that follow by choosing the appropriate options from the given ones.
Kennedy is a country doctor, and lives in Colebrook, on the shores of Eastbay. A good many years ago, now on my return from abroad, he invited me to stay with him. I came readily enough, and as he could not neglect his patients to keep me company, he took me on his rounds - thirty miles or so of an afternoon, sometimes. I waited for him on the roads, and, sitting in the dogcart I could hear Kennedy's laugh through the half-open door, left open of some cottage. He had a big, hearty laugh that would have fitted a man twice his size, a brisk manner, a bronzed face and a pair of grey, profoundly attentive eyes. He had the talent of making people talk to him freely, and an inexhaustible patience in listening to their tales.
One day, as we trotted out of a large village into a shady bit of a road, I saw on our left had a low, black cottage, with diamond panes in the windows, Kennedy pulled up to a walk. A women in full sunlight, was throwing a dripping blanket over a line stretched between two old apple trees. Covered by a thick dog-skin glove the doctor raised his voice over the hedge : "How's your child, Amy?"
I had no time to see her dull face, red, not with a blush that covered it but as if her flat cheeks had been vigorously slapped, and to take in the squat figure, the scanty, dusty brown hair drawn into a light knot at the back of the head. She looked quite young. With a distinct catch in her breath, her voice sounded low and timid.
"He's well, thank you."
We trotted again, 'A young patient of yours', I said : and the doctor, flicking he house absently, muttered. 'Her husband used to be'.
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