Her shoes are very small that caused her foot swelled.

Without saying a word, berthe seized the child, kissed it and hugged it to her. then she raised her tear-filled eyes to him, asking: "did you say that the mother was dead? " he answered: "yes—just now—in my arms. i had broken with her since summer. i knew nothing. the physician sent for me." then berthe murmured: "well, we will bring up the little one." in this excerpt from "a wedding gift," the scene is an example of situational irony because berthe behaves in a surprising way an example of the theme of redemption because the child has another chance an example of dramatic irony because berthe behaves in a surprising way an example of the theme of tragedy because the infant's mother has just died

100 points. answer one of these: 1) describe the paradoxical nature of algernon being “serious” about bunburying. explain the term “bunburying” and its role in the story. analyze the significance of bunburying when it comes to symbolism, conflict, and setting. 2)the subtitle of the play is “a trivial comedy for serious people.” discuss the reversal of the serious and the trivial in the play. give examples of what some characters consider to be insignificant and what they consider to be important. what social commentary is made as a result of these inversions?

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