Question

Read the sentence below from paragraph 13.
"Really, Watson, you excel yourself," said Holmes, pushing back his chair.
The reader can conclude that Holmes -

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HELP PLZ

Answer 2

What do you think it is? Do you have any answer choices to decide off of?

Answer 3

YEAH

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means the opposite of what his words say

wants to complement a friend

feels annoyed with Watson

is full of admiration for Watson's sound reasoning

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PLZ HELP, THIS IS URGENT

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Think of the definition of excel.
excel-
to surpass others or be superior in some respect or area; do extremely well:

Answer 7

Ok so i would say the last one...... am i right

Answer 8

Seems like admiration to me. :) If you get it wrong you can yell at me though. Haha

Answer 9

It doesn't tell you if its write or wrong

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You are the best doe. Is it okay for more questions?

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Sure.

Answer 12

Just message me if you need any help and I'll be glad to. :)

Answer 13

Which detail below best prepares the reader for the ending of this tale?

in comparison and contrast

to show causes and effects

to present a problem and a solution

in chronological order

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Adventurer’s Diary
By Naomi Hildago

Day One
1 In less than an hour, darkness will envelop our camp. I feel that we didn’t accomplish much today. Too many orientation talks, too many songs to bring us campers together wasted the day for me. We could have gone out to the woods and pieced out sounds of insects or birds. We could have watched the sun sink slowly on the horizon. Now, we are strictly forbidden to leave our tents because predators have started to roam. I would just love to meet one. Do wild animals really just snap at a person? I have read about how some would-be victims, by quietly talking to the animal, end up taming him. I will keep my eyes and ears open on the trek tomorrow.

Day Two
2 Our trek down the first level of the ridge was easier than I thought. Tommy, our leader, led us in circling paths much flatter than the straight steep ones I would have wanted to try. We did not cover much ground, but we came back unscathed. At least we caught a view of the river that carved the canyons on its way out to sea. Down on the riverbed, I watched hikers go deeper into the valley. I could walk ahead of Tommy tomorrow and slip down there. The view must be fantastic.

Day Three
We skirted the woods and picked out some bird sounds. I could swear I heard a starling, perhaps a descendant of the bird Mozart kept, because it whistled a tune from one of his compositions. Honestly, today’s exercise was more distracting than informative. One sound I would have welcomed was a bear’s growl. This camp will soon be over, and nothing exciting has happened.

Day Four
What an embarrassing day! How could I have known that a hyena’s laughter would sound like a madwoman coming at you? It’s timing was unfortunate, too. It came when I least expected it. Truth is, hunger, thirst, and fatigue must have dulled my senses. For the first time, I actually enjoyed the view of the picnic in the clearing in the woods beyond the lake. And then, the shrieking laughter seemed to rip my spine. A spring popped in my body, and I ran. Stumbling far onto the ridge, I looked back expecting the rest of the campers behind me, but there was no one. They had stayed put in the picnic area; the continuing laughter was not from the hyena.

Day Five
I worked up some courage to face Tommy and the campers this morning. My eagerness paid off; Tommy asked me to guide the smaller members of our team down the slopes toward the riverbed. I followed the winding slopes, and we got to the flat ground faster than I thought. From there, we viewed the horizon and the scale of the canyons. The sight was magnificent. I realized how small I was.

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That's the tale.

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Hello, Apocalyptic_Ash?

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I would go with the fact that it's in chronological order. Seeing as how each day she has them listed as "Day 1, Day2.. Etc."

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Sorry it took a while to reply, but I was reading the text. X)

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It's ok.

Answer 20

Thank you. There is more, sorry.

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No problem. :)

Answer 22

I feel bad.But you are amazing.

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Nah don't feel bad about it. I'm just a regular student like yourself. :)

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Wouldn't it be C though?

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At the end it presents the problem and the solution, or no?

Answer 26

It could be that too..

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Which one would you say?

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But it is in chronological order.

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But like I said before. If you get it wrong you can yell at me. :)

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It doesn't tell you if it's wrong, ik it's dumb.

Answer 31

What about when it's graded?

Answer 32

Read the passage The Open Window, and then answer the following question(s).
Read this sentence from the story.
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come.
What does the phrase unduly discounting mean in this sentence?

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praising

paying too little attention to

doubting

annoying

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Hello?

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Which one do you think it is?

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You could recall the meaning of unduly which is another word for improper.

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Discounting is like someone selling someone else short so I would go with annoying.

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B or C?

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Oh okay, thank you.

Answer 40

Where is the story set?

in a city

in a church

in a funeral parlor

in a small town

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he Undertaker’s Chatby Mark Twain“Now that corpse,” said the undertaker, patting the folded hands of deceasedapprovingly, “was a brick—every way you took him he was a brick. He was so realaccommodating, and so modest-like and simple in his last moments. Friends wantedmetallic burial-case—nothing else would do. I couldn’t get it. There warn’t going to betime—anybody could see that.“Corpse said never mind, shake him up some kind of a box he could stretch out incomfortable, he warn’t particular ‘bout the general style of it. Said he went more on roomthan style, anyway in a last final container.“Friends wanted a silver door-plate on the coffin,signifying who he was and wher’ he was from. Nowyou know a fellow couldn’t roust out such a gaily thingas that in a little country-town like this. What did corpsesay?“Corpse said, whitewash his old canoe and dob his address and general destinationonto it with a blacking-brush and a stencil-plate, ‘long with a verse from some likelyhymn or other, and pint him for the tomb, and mark him C. O. D., and just let him flicker.He warn’t distressed any more than you be—on the contrary, just as ca’m and collectedas a hearse-horse; said he judged that wher’ he was going to a body would find itconsiderable better to attract attention by a picturesque moral character than a nattyburial-case with a swell door-plate on it.“Splendid man, he was. I’d druther do for a corpse like that ‘n any I’ve tackled inseven year. There’s some satisfaction in buryin’ a man like that. You feel that whatyou’re doing is appreciated. Lord bless you, so’s he got planted before he sp’iled, he wasperfectly satisfied; said his relations meant well, perfectly well, but all them preparationswas bound to delay the thing more or less, and he didn’t wish to be kept layin’ around.You never see such a clear head as what he had—and so ca’m and so cool. Jist a hunk ofbrains—that is what he was. Perfectly awful. It was a ripping distance from one end ofthat man’s head to t’other. Often and over again he’s had brain-fever a-raging in oneplace, and the rest of the pile didn’t know anything about it—didn’t affect it any morethan an Injun Insurrection in Arizona affects the Atlantic States. Well, the relations theywanted a big funeral, but corpse said he was down on flummery—didn’t want anyprocession—fill the hearse full of mourners, and get out a stern line and tow him behind.1He was the most down on style of any remains I ever struck. A beautiful, simplemindedcreature—it was what he was, you can depend on that. He was just set on having thingsthe way he wanted them, and he took a solid comfort in laying his little plans.“He had me measure him and take a whole raft of directions; then he had theminister stand up behind a long box with a table—cloth over it, to represent the coffin,and read his funeral sermon, saying ‘Angcore, angcore!’ at the good places, and makinghim scratch out every bit of brag about him, and all the hifalutin; and then he made themtrot out the choir, so’s he could help them pick out the tunes for the occasion, and he gotthem to sing ‘Pop Goes the Weasel,’ because he’d always liked that tune when he wasdownhearted, and solemn music made him sad; and when they sung that with tears intheir eyes (because they all loved him), and his relations grieving around, he just laidthere as happy as a bug, and trying to beat time and showing all over how much heenjoyed it; and presently he got worked up and excited, and tried to join in, for, mindyou, he was pretty proud of his abilities in the singing line; but the first time he openedhis mouth and was just going to spread himself his breath took a walk.“I never see a man snuffed out so sudden. Ah, it was a great loss—a powerful lossto this poor little one-horse town. Well, well, well, I hain’t got time to be palaveringalong here—got to nail on the lid and mosey along with him; and if you’ll just give me alift we’ll skeet him into the hearse and meander along. Relations bound to have it so—don’t pay no attention to dying injunctions, minute a corpse’s gone; but, if I had my way,if I didn’t respect his last wishes and tow him behind the hearse I’ll be cuss’d. I considerthat whatever a corpse wants done for his comfort is little enough matter, and a manhain’t got no right to deceive him or take advantage of him; and whatever a corpse trustsme to do I’m a-going to do, you know, even if it’s to stuff him and paint him yaller andkeep him for a keepsake—you hear me!”2

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What do you think?

Answer 43

I have no clue on this one.

Answer 44

It says "roust out such a gaily thingas that in a little country-town like this. " in I think what would be paragraph 3? So I'd go with the last one.

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Read over it again and let me know what you think.

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ok

Answer 47

i agree

Answer 48

What is the theme of this story?

Appreciation makes everyone enjoy work.

Room is more important than style.

A job is as enjoyable as a person makes it.

A corpse should have whatever it wants.

BTW THIS SAME STORY

Answer 49

Hello?

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What do you think the theme could be about?

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idk. I'm not good with theme.

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What grade are you in?

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Theme is like the main idea of a story almost.

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8th

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Yeah it's the moral, right?

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Yeah.

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I'm not good with theme or main idea.

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Well, I'm stuck between A and D at the moment.

Answer 59

Oh same.

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I'd say to go with A.

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Ok, thank you.

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No problem. Is that everything?

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No, sorry

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It's a-okay. :)

Answer 65

What important historical event occurred around the time the story takes place?

the Gold Rush

World War I

the invention of the automobile

the Industrial Revolution

Answer 66

Excerpt from “Brown Wolf” by Jack London "But you are not going to take him away with you?" Madge asked tremulously. The man nodded. "Back into that awful Klondike1 world of suffering?" He nodded and added: "Oh, it ain't so bad as all that. Look at me. Pretty healthy specimen, ain't I?" "But the dogs! The terrible hardship, the heart-breaking toil, the starvation, the frost! Oh, I've read about it and I know." "I nearly ate him once, over on Little Fish River," Miller volunteered grimly. "If I hadn't got a moose that day was all that saved 'm." "I'd have died first!" Madge cried. "Things is different down here", Miller explained. "You don't have to eat dogs. You think different just about the time you're all in. You've never ben all in, so you don't know anything about it." "That's the very point," she argued warmly. "Dogs are not eaten in California. Why not leave him here? He is happy. He'll never want for food - you know that. He'll never suffer from cold and hardship. Here all is softness and gentleness. Neither the human nor nature is savage. He will never know a whip-lash again. And as for the weather - why, it never snows here." "But it's all-fired hot in summer, beggin' your pardon," Skiff Miller laughed. "But you do not answer," Madge continued passionately. "What have you to offer him in that northland life?" "Grub, when I've got it, and that's most of the time," came the answer. 1Klondike: a region of Yukon Territory in Canada, just east of Alaska, where gold was discovered in 1896 1 "And the rest of the time?" "No grub." "And the work?" "Yes, plenty of work," Miller blurted out impatiently. "Work without end, an' famine, an' frost, an all the rest of the miseries - that's what he'll get when he comes with me. But he likes it. He is used to it. He knows that life. He was born to it an' brought up to it. An' you don't know anything about it. You don't know what you're talking about. That's where the dog belongs, and that's where he'll be happiest." "The dog doesn't go," Walt announced in a determined voice. "So there is no need of further discussion." "What's that?" Skiff Miller demanded, his brows lowering and an obstinate2 flush of blood reddening his forehead. "I said the dog doesn't go, and that settles it. I don't believe he's your dog. You may have seen him sometime. You may even sometime have driven him for his owner. But his obeying the ordinary driving commands of the Alaskan trail is no demonstration that he is yours. Any dog in Alaska would obey you as he obeyed. Besides, he is undoubtedly a valuable dog, as dogs go in Alaska, and that is sufficient explanation of your desire to get possession of him. Anyway, you've got to prove property." Skiff Miller, cool and collected, the obstinate flush a trifle deeper on his forehead, his huge muscles bulging under the black cloth of his coat, carefully looked the poet up and down as though measuring the strength of his slenderness. The Klondiker's face took on a contemptuous3 expression as he said finally, "I reckon there's nothin' in sight to prevent me takin' the dog right here an' now." Walt's face reddened, and the striking-muscles of his arms and shoulders seemed to stiffen and grow tense. His wife fluttered apprehensively into the breach. 2obstinate: stubborn; firm 3contemptuous: feeling or expressing disrespect 2 "Maybe Mr. Miller is right", she said. "I am afraid that he is. Wolf does seem to know him, and certainly he answers to the name of 'Brown.' He made friends with him instantly, and you know that's something he never did with anybody before. Besides, look at the way he barked. He was just bursting with joy. Joy over what? Without doubt at finding Mr. Miller." Walt's striking-muscles relaxed, and his shoulders seemed to droop with hopelessness. "I guess you're right, Madge," he said. "Wolf isn't Wolf, but Brown, and he must belong to Mr. Miller." "Perhaps Mr. Miller will sell him," she suggested. "We can buy him." Skiff Miller shook his head, no longer belligerent4, but kindly, quick to be generous in response to generousness. "I had five dogs," he said, casting about for the easiest way to temper his refusal. "He was the leader. They was the crack team of Alaska. Nothin' could touch 'em. In 1898 I refused five thousand dollars for the bunch. Dogs was high, then, anyway; but that wasn't what made the fancy price. It was the team itself. Brown was the best in the team. That winter I refused twelve hundred for 'm. I didn't sell 'm then, an' I ain't a-sellin' 'm now. Besides, I think a mighty lot of that dog. I've ben lookin' for 'm for three years. It made me fair sick when I found he'd ben stole - not the value of him, but the - well, I liked 'm like hell, that's all, beggin' your pardon. I couldn't believe my eyes when I seen 'm just now. I thought I was dreamin'. It was too good to be true. Why, I was his wet-nurse. I put 'm to bed, snug every night. His mother died, and I brought 'm up on condensed milk at two dollars a can when I couldn't afford it in my own coffee. He never knew any mother but me. He used to suck my finger regular, the darn little cuss - that finger right there!" And Skiff Miller, too overwrought for speech, held up a fore finger for them to see. "That very finger," he managed to articulate, as though it somehow clinched the proof of ownership and the bond of affection. He was still gazing at his extended finger when Madge began to speak. "But the dog," she said. "You haven't considered the dog." 4belligerent: ready to fight 3

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Hello?

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nvm I will do this one myself and tell you the next one.

Answer 69

I believe it is the gold rush.

Answer 70

I already got that. I am done. Thank you

Answer 71

Okay. You're welcome. :)