In Free the Children, why does the author provide a first-hand account of visiting a brick kiln? to emphasize how factory conditions have improved
to show a group of people who Iqbal helped escape
to emphasize the horrific conditions of debt slavery
to show the place where Iqbal was forced to work

Tell which of the following is a run-on sentence. sentence 1: those huge pickles in the jar! sentence 2: she went to john’s house he wasn’t home she was upset. sentence 3: he ate so much pepperoni pizza last weekend that he never wanted to see one again.

What are some things that you learned about slavery from this excerpt? explain how this bit of information enhances your understanding of or changes your emotional response to slavery in the united states. your response should be at least 125 words long. 14 points for !

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream