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　　One day, a poor boy, named Howard Kelly, was trying to pay his way through school by selling goods door to door．He was hungry, 　　1　　 he decided to beg something to eat．

　　When a young woman opened the door, instead of a 　　2　　 he asked for a drink of water．Thinking he looked 　　3　　 she brought him a large glass of milk．He drank it and then asked, “How much do I 　　4　　 you?”

　　“No, you don't owe me anything．” she replied．“Mother has taught me 　　5　　 to accept pay for a kindness．” Leaving that house, he not only felt stronger 　　6　　, but it also increased his faith in God and the human race．He was about to 　　7　　 before this point．

　　　　8　　 later the young woman became seriously ill．The local doctors couldn't cure her illness．They sent her to the big city, where specialists can be 　　9　　 to study her disease．Dr．Howard Kelly, now 　　10　　, came for the consultation(会诊)．When he heard the name of the town where she came from, a strange light filled his eyes．　　11　　, he went into her room．

　　　　12　　 in his doctor's gown(罩衣)he went in to see her．He 　　13　　 her at once．He went back to the 　　14　　 and determined to do his best to save her life．From that day on, he gave special attention to her case．

　　Finally, the battle was won．Dr．Kelly asked a nurse to 　　15　　 the bill to her room．She was afraid to open it 　　16　　 she knew that it would 　　17　　 the rest of her life to pay it off．Finally she looked and read these words on the side of the bill：

　　“Paid in full with a glass of 　　18　　．”(Signed)Dr．Howard Kelly

　　Tears of 　　19　　 flooded her eyes as she 　　20　　 silently：“Thank you, God．Your love has spread through human hearts and hands．”

阅读下面短文，从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C、D)中，选出最佳选项。

　　It happened in one of those colorful Danish inns which offer service specially for tourists and where English is spoken．I was with my father on a business－and－pleasure trip, and in our free hours we were having a wonderful time．

　　“I wish Mother were here．” I said．

　　“If your mother had come with us,” said Father, “it would have been wonderful to show her around．”

　　He had visited Denmark when he was a young man, I asked him, “How long is it since you were here?”

　　“Oh, about thirty years．I remember being in this very inn, by the way．” He looked around, remembering．“Those were pleasant and enjoyable days…” He stopped wuddenly, and I saw that his face was pale．I followed his eyes and looked across the room to a woman who was setting drinks before some customers．She might have been pretty once, but now she was fat and her hair was untidy．“Do you know her” I asked．

　　“I did once,” he said．

　　The woman came to our table．“Drinks?” she asked．

　　“We'll have beer,” I said．She nodded and went away．

　　“I couldn't believe it! How she has changed! Thank heaven she didn't recognize me,” Father said in a low voice, cleaning his face with a handkerchief．“I knew her before I met your mother, ”he went on．“I was a student, on a tour．She was a lovely young girl, very graceful．I fell madly in love with her, and she with me．”

　　“Does Mother know about her?” I said suddenly, without thinking．

　　“Of course,” Father said gently．He looked at me a little anxiously．I felt embarrassed(尴尬)for him．

　　I said, “Dad, you don't have to…”

　　“Your mother would tell you if she were here．I don't want you wondering about this．I was a foreigner to her family．I depended on my father．If she had married me, she wouldn't have had any bright future．So her father was against our romance．When I wrote to my father that I wanted to get married he stopped posting money to me．And I had to go home．But I met the girl once more, and told her I would return to America, borrow enough money to get married on, and come back for her in a few months．”

　　“We knew, ”he continued, “that her father might stop and take away our letter, so we agreed that I would simply mail her a slip of paper with a date on it, the time she was to meet me at a certain place; then we'd get married．Well, I went home, got the money and sent her the date．She received the note．She wrote me：‘I'll be there．’ But she wasn't．Then I found that she had been married about two weeks before, to a local innkeeper．She hadn't waited．”

　　Then my father said, “Thank God she didn't．I went home, met your mother, and we’ve been completely happy．We often joke about youthful love romance．I suggest that one day you write a story about it．”

　　The woman appeared with our beer．

　　“You are from America?” she asked me．

　　“Yes,” I said．

　　She smiled happily, “A wonderful country, America．”

　　“Yes, a lot of your countrymen have gone there．Did you ever think of it?”

　　“Not me．Not now, ”she said．“I thought so one time, a long time ago．But I stayed here．It's much better here．”

　　We drank our beer and left．Outside I said, “Father, just how did you write that date on which she was to meet you?”

　　He stopped, took out an envelope and wrote on it．“Like this, ”he said．“12/11/13, which was, of course, December11th, 1913．”

　　“No!”I said loudly．“It isn't in Denmark or any European country．Over here they write the day first, then the month．So that date wouldn't be December11th but the 12th of November!”

　　Father passed his hand over his face．“So she was there!” he signed,“and it was because I didn't show up that she got married．” He was silent a while．“Well,” he said, “I hope she's happy．She seems to be．”

　　As we continued walking I said, “It's a lucky thing it happened that way．You wouldn't have met Mother．”

　　He put his arm around my shoulders, looked at me with a heartwarming smile, and said,“I was doubly lucky, young man, for otherwise I wouldn't have met you, either!”