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　　On Thursday afternoon Mrs. Clarke, dressed for going out, took her handbag with her money and her key in it, pulled the door behind her to lock it and went to the Over 60s Club. She always went there on Thursdays. It was a nice outing for an old woman who lived alone.

　　At six o’clock she came home, let herself in and at once smelt cigarette smoke. Cigarette smoke in her house? How? Had somebody got in? She checked the back door and the windows. All were locked or fastened, as usual. There was no sign of forced entry. Had anything been taken? She went from room to room, checking. Yes, some things were missing — her small radio, her spare watch, a camera. That was all, she thought; but she couldn’t be sure just yet. She was annoyed, of course, but rather glad that nothing had been thrown about.

　　Over a cup of tea she wondered whether someone might have a key that fitted her front door — “a master key” perhaps. So she stayed at home the following Thursday. Nothing happened. Was anyone watching her movements? On the Thursday after that she went out at her usual time, dressed as usual, but she didn’t go to the club. Instead she took a short cut home again, letting herself in through the garden and the back door. She settled down to wait.

　　It was just after four o’clock when the front door bell rang. Mrs. Clarke was making a cup of tea at the time. The bell rang again, and then she heard her letter-box being pushed open. With the kettle（壶）of boiling water in her hand, she moved quietly towards the front door. A long piece of wire（金属丝）appeared through the letter-box, and then a hand. The wire turned and caught around the knob（门把手） on the door-lock. Mrs. Clarke raised the kettle and poured the water over the hand. There was a shout outside, and the skin seemed to drop off the fingers like a glove. The wire fell to the floor, the hand was pulled back, and Mrs. Clarke heard the sound of running feet.

　　That evening she reported the matter to the police. They were not too pleased, but they came and took away the wire and the skin. “It was only self-protection,” she told the officer. “An old woman must try to look after herself.” With the help of a doctor, the police found the man and recovered Mrs. Clarke’s things. She has become something of heroine at the Over 60s Club.

1. When did Mrs. Clarke go to the Over 60s Club?

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2. Why did the smell of cigarette smoke surprise her?

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3. On the third Thursday, did Mrs. Clarke go out at her usual time?

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4. What was Mrs. Clarke doing when she was waiting for the thief?

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5. What is Mrs. Clarke like?

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It’s not easy to be an astronaut’s son. Everybody expects you to be special or perfect. I often wonder how my father ever had a son like me. I mean he’s so special and so good at everything he does. Even in middle school he was class president and captain of the football team.
　　Well, to be honest, I often dream about being some kind of hero or doing something special—like saving a child from a burning building or discovering a new star. I was daydreaming at school one morning when my teacher said there would be a Father’s Day writing competition for the whole school. “I hope we have a winner right here in my class.”
　　When I got home, I started to think about what to write. My father is an astronaut. N0, I wouldn’t start like that. That was the way others saw him. How did I see my father? Hmm.
　　I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I had a terrible dream. I remembered how he hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was killed by a car. Yes, these were the things I was going to write. To me, he wasn’t just a world-famous astronaut. He was my dad.
　　My parents and I went to school on Thursday night．There were so many people in the big hall! My dad looked at me, and I shrugged(耸肩)．
　　The third prize was announced and it was not me. I was relieved(释然)and disappointed at the same time. The second prize was announced. It was me.
　　1 went up to the stage and read what I had written, “My father’s son”. When I finished, the people stood up and cheered. I saw my father blowing his nose. Tears were running down my mother's face. Dad cleared his throat and put his hand on my shoulder. “Son, this is the proudest moment of my life.’’
　　It was the proudest moment of my life, too. Maybe I’ll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize, but it was enough just to be my father’s son.
【小题1】The writer felt it_________ to be the son of a famous person．

　It was very late when we came out of the cinema. We knew the last train would leave      11:15 , so we ran as      as we could to the station. It was just after 11: 15 when we      the station, but the trains often leave a little       and there was a train standing at Platform 1(第一站台) , so we got in. We        for half an hour, then we got       . We found the ticket collector and asked him      the train was going to leave.

　　“Tomorrow morning at six o clock,” he told us.

　　There were       taxis outside the station.       we walked home. It        us nearly two hours. The next morning we felt very tired.

1.A. in           B. for         C. at          D. on

2.A.fast          B. faster       C. fastest       D. fastly

3.A. reached to    B. got         C. arrived in    D. arrived at

4.A. later         B. early        C. earlier      D. late

5.A. wait          B. are waiting  C. waited      D. waits

6.A. out          B. in           C. off        D. on

7.A. how          B. when       C. why        D .that

8.A. no           B. not         C. none        D. nothing

9.A. but           B. or          C. so          D. and

10.A. spent        B. cost         C. paid        D. took

Jeff Keith has only one leg. When he was only twelve years old, Jeff had cancer. Doctors had to　16　 off most of his right leg.
　17　 Jeff puts on an artificial leg(假肢). The leg is plastic. With the plastic leg, Jeff can ski, ride a bicycle, swim, and play soccer. He can also run.
Jeff made a plan with his friends who had plastic legs, 　18　. They decided to 　19　 across America. They all wore special T-shirts.　20　 it was “Run, Jeff, Run, Jeff Keith’s Run Across America”.
Jeff Keith ran across the United States from the east to the west 　21　 he was twenty-two years old. He started running in Boston(波士顿). Seven　22　 later, he stopped　23　 in Los Angeles（洛杉矶）. He ran 3,200 miles (1 mile =" 1.6093km)." Jeff wore out thirty-six pairs　24　 running shoes and five plastic legs. Jeff　25　 in cities on the way to Los Angeles. In every city people gave Jeff money. The money was not for Jeff,　26　 for the American Cancer Society. The Society used the money to help people know 　27　 about cancer.
On the way to Los Angeles, Jeff talked to people about　28　. Jeff is disabled, but he can do many things. He finished college and is studying to be a lawyer(律师). Jeff says, “People can do　29　 they want to do. I want people to know that. I ran　30 for disabled people. I ran for everybody.”