1 Select all the correct answers.
Which two sentences best describe the role of the setting in the story?
The setting provides an insight into the troubled past of the speaker. .
The setting helps develop the theme of freedom in the story.
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The setting helps develop the theme of longing in the story.
The setting helps reveal the speaker's joyous attitude.
The setting helps add an element of suspense to the story.
from The Professor
by Charlotte Bronte
This is Belgium, reader. Look! Don't call the picture a
flat or a dull one--it was neither flat nor dull to me when
I first beheld it. When I left Ostend on a mild February
morning, and found myself on the road to Brussels
nothing could look vapid to me. My sense of enjoyment
possessed an edge whetted to the finest untouched,
keen, and exquisite. I was young: I had good health
pleasure and I had never met no indulgence of hers had
enervated or sated one faculty of my nature, Liberty
clasped in my arms for the first time, and the influence
of her smile and embrace revived my life like the sun
and the west wind. Yes, at that epoch I felt like a
morning traveler who doubts not that from the hill he is
ascending he shall behold a glorious sunrise: what if the
track be strait, steep, and stony? He sees it not: his eyes
are fixed on that summit flushed already, flushed and
gilded, and having gained it he is certain of the scene
beyond. He knows that the sun will face him that his
chariot is even now coming over the eastern horizon,
and that the herald breeze he feels on his cheek is
opening for the god's career a clear, vast path of azure,
amidst clouds soft as pearl and warm as flame. Difficulty
and toil were to be my lot but sustained by energy
drawn on by hopes as bright as vague. I deemed such a
lot no hardship. I mounted now the hill in shade: there
were pebbles, inequalities, briars in my path, but my
eyes were fixed on the crimson peak above: my
imagination was with the refulgent firmament beyond,
and I thought nothing of the stones turning under my
feet or of the thorns scratching my face and hands.
gazed often, and always with delight from the
window of the diligence (these, be it remembered, were
not the days of trains and railroads). Welll And what did I
see? I will tell you faithfully, Green, reedy swamps: fields
fertile but flat cultivated in patches that made them look
like magnified kitchen-gardens: belts of cut trees, formal
as pollard Willows, skirting the horizon: narrow canals,
gliding slow by the road side: painted Flemish
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