SEE 2079 (2023)
Compulsory English
Reading and Writing
(Written Test)

RE – 101 ‘C’

10. Choose and copy the best answer to complete the text. [10×0.5=5]

There was …(a)… (a/an/the) old poet. He was good and honest. One evening when he …(b)…(is sitting/was sitting/will be sitting) quietly at home, a terrible storm came on; the rain poured down in torrents, …(c)… (and/as/but)) he was warm and cozy in his corner beside the stove where the fire blazed brightly and the apples …(d)… (was/were/had) fizzling. “There won’t be dry thread on any poor creature who is in the rain …(e)… (will it/won’t it/wouldn’t it)?” said he, for he was such a kindhearted man.

“Oh, please open the door for me, I am so cold and so wet!” cried a little child outside. It kept …(f)… (in/on/at) crying and knowing at the door, while the rain poured down and the wind shook the windows. “poor little creature!” said the old port, as he went to open the door. There stood a little boy, who was quite naked, and the water was streaming out of his yellow hair. His hands …(g)… (are being shaken/were being shaken/will be shaken) with a cold, and if he had not been taken in, he …(h)… (will have surely died/would surely died/ would have surely died) of the cold.

“You poor little fellow! said the old poet. He made the child …(i)… (come/came/to come) near him. And he asked the child …(j)… (why he was roaming/where he was wandering/what he was doing) outside in the rain.

There was …an… old poet. He was good and honest. One evening when he …was sitting… quietly at home, a terrible storm came on; the rain poured down in torrents, …but… he was warm and cozy in his corner beside the stove where the fire blazed brightly and the apples …were… fizzling. “There won’t be dry thread on any poor creature who is in the rain …will it…?” said he, for he was such a kindhearted man.

“Oh, please open the door for me, I am so cold and so wet!” cried a little child outside. It kept …on… crying and knowing at the door, while the rain poured down and the wind shook the windows. “poor little creature!” said the old port, as he went to open the door. There stood a little boy, who was quite naked, and the water was streaming out of his yellow hair. His hands …were being shaken… with a cold, and if he had not been taken in, he …would have surely died… of the cold.

“You poor little fellow! said the old poet. He made the child …to come… near him. And he asked the child …what he was doing outside… outside in the rain.