‘Poor old chap!’ said Hughie, ‘how miserable he looks! But I suppose, to you painters, his face is his fortune?’‘Certainly,’ replied Trevor, ‘you don’t want a beggar to look happy, do you?’

‘How much does a model get for sitting?’ asked Hughie, as he found himself a comfortable seat on a divan.‘A shilling an hour.’‘And how much do you get for your picture, Alan?’‘Oh, for this I get two thousand!’‘Pounds?’‘Guineas. Painters, poets, and physicians always get guineas.’

33'' When was your little boy born?'' said the nurse to Mrs. Bingley ⇒ The nurse asked Mrs. Bingley34 '' You should take more exercise, Mr. Robert,'' the doctor said ⇒ the doctor advised35 '' Will I find a Job?'', Tim said to himself ⇒ Tim wondered36 '' I'm sorry I gave you the wrong number,'' said Paul asked ⇒ Paul apologized37 '' When is the first day of your holiday, peter?'' Martha asked ⇒ Martha asked Peter when38 '' Can I have a new bicycle?'' said Anna to her mother ⇒ Anna asked39 '' Don't leave the house until I get back, William'', his mother said ⇒ William's mother told40 '' Don't bite your nails,'' said Mrs. Rogers to her son ⇒ Mrs. Rogers told41 '' I've seen the film three times, Mary'' said George ⇒ George said42 '' I'm sorry Angela,'' said Martin,'' I'm afraid I've damaged your car ⇒ Martin apologized43 '' Have you had enough for luch?'' the landlady asked us. ⇒ The landlady asked44 '' John, please don't tell anyone my new address,'' said Mary ⇒ Mary asked45 '' Breakfast will not be served after 9.30'' said the notice. ⇒ The notice said that46 '' Where is the best place to buy souvenirs?'' ⇒ I asked47 '' Don't forget to bring your passport with you tomorrow'' ⇒ She reminded me48 '' Do not write on the wall,'' said the teacher to the boys. ⇒ The teacher told the boys49 '' How many jobs have you had since 2000?'' the interviewer asked Mr. Simpson ⇒ The interviewer asked50 '' Why didn't you report the incident to the polie?'' the officer asked the frightened wintess ⇒ the officer wanted to know

In the following passage, the narrator reflects on his mother's character. Select the best evidence to support the statement "Photographs of the narrator's mother don't reflect her personality as he knew it." There may be more than one correct choice.She liked to make me laugh by calling herself an Okie even though she was as glossy and nervy and stylish as a racehorse. That exotic character unfortunately comes out a little too stark and unforgiving in photographs—her freckles covered with makeup, her hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck like some nobleman in The Tale of Genji—and what doesn't come across at all is her warmth, her merry, unpredictable quality, which is what I loved about her most. It's clear, from the stillness she emanates in pictures, how much she mistrusted the camera; she gives off a watchful, tigerish air of steeling herself against attack.

by Jane Austen     "What a pity it is, Elinor," said Marianne, "that Edward should have no taste for drawing."     "No taste for drawing!" replied Elinor, "why should you think so? He does not draw himself, indeed, but he has great pleasure in seeing the performances of other people, and I assure you he is by no means deficient in natural taste, though he has not had opportunities of improving it. Had he ever been in the way of learning, I think he would have drawn very well. He distrusts his own judgment in such matters so much, that he is always unwilling to give his opinion on any picture; but he has an innate propriety and simplicity of taste, which in general direct him perfectly right."     Marianne was afraid of offending, and said no more on the subject; but the kind of approbation which Elinor described as excited in him by the drawings of other people, was very far from that rapturous delight, which, in her opinion, could alone be called taste. Yet, though smiling within herself at the mistake, she honoured her sister for that blind partiality to Edward which produced it.     "I hope, Marianne," continued Elinor, "you do not consider him as deficient in general taste. Indeed, I think I may say that you cannot, for your behaviour to him is perfectly cordial, and if that were your opinion, I am sure you could never be civil to him."     Marianne hardly knew what to say. She would not wound the feelings of her sister on any account, and yet to say what she did not believe was impossible. At length she replied:     "Do not be offended, Elinor, if my praise of him is not in every thing equal to your sense of his merits. I have not had so many opportunities of estimating the minuter propensities of his mind, his inclinations and tastes, as you have; but I have the highest opinion in the world of his goodness and sense. I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable."     "I am sure," replied Elinor, with a smile, "that his dearest friends could not be dissatisfied with such commendation as that and I do not perceive how you could express yourself more warmly." Marianne was rejoiced to find her sister so easily pleased.     "Of his sense and his goodness," continued Elinor, "no one can, I think, be in doubt, who has seen him often enough to engage him in unreserved conversation. The excellence of his understanding and his principles can be concealed only by that shyness which too often keeps him silent and you know enough of him to do justice to his solid worth. But of his minuter propensities, as you call them you have from peculiar circumstances been kept more ignorant than myself. He and I have been at times thrown a good deal together, while you have been wholly engrossed on the most affectionate principle by my mother and I have seen a great deal of him, have studied his sentiments and heard his opinion on subjects of literature and taste; and, upon the whole, I venture to pronounce that his mind is well-informed, enjoyment of books exceedingly great, his imagination lively, his observation just and correct, and his taste delicate and pure. His abilities in every respect improve as much upon acquaintance as his manners and person. At first sight, his address is certainly not striking; and his person can hardly be called handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his countenance, is perceived. At present, I know him so well, that I think him really handsome; or at least, almost so. What say you, Marianne?"     "I shall very soon think him handsome, Elinor, if I do not now. When you tell me to love him as a brother, I shall no more see imperfection in his face, than I now do in his heart."

______ asks: “Is Mr. Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? And if not, is he a devil?”