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The author is considering changing the word from assault to problem. How will this impact the tone of
A)
The neutral connotation will not have any effect on the message of the
text.
B)
The weaker connotation of the word will weaken the importance of the
message of the text.
C
The neutral connotation will not have any effect on the message of the
text
D)
The strong connotation matches the current connotation, so there will be
no effect on the message.
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Select the correct answer. what is implied in the last line of this excerpt from mark twain's "the £1,000,000 bank-note"? as i approached the house my excitement began to abate, for all was quiet there, which made me feel pretty sure the blunder was not discovered yet. i rang. the same servant appeared. i asked for those gentlemen. "they are gone." this in the lofty, cold way of that fellow's tribe. a. that the servant hails from a different country and most likely migrated to england for employment b. that the servants in the homes of wealthy londoners consider themselves to be better than everyone else c. that the servant is unhappy with his employers and treats all his guests in a rude fashion d. that most servants in london have to live in poor conditions and frequently suffer from cold e. that the servants in london are prohibited from being friendly with th

Which of the characteristics apply to mr. john (fanny) dashwood?

Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."