English, 22.02.2021 18:40 miguelturner
Read the story and answer the questions with full sentences.
Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to
room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making
sure—a ghostly couple.
“Here we left it,” she said. And he added, “Oh, but here too!” “It’s
upstairs,” she murmured. “And in the garden,” he whispered
“Quietly,” they said, “or we shall wake them.”
But it wasn’t that you woke us. Oh, no.
“They’re looking for it; they’re drawing the curtain,” one might say,
and so read on a page or two. “Now they’ve found it,” one would be
certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of
reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the
doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content
and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm.
“What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?” My hands
were empty. “Perhaps it’s upstairs then?” The apples were in the
loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had
slipped into the grass.
But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever
see them. The window panes reflected apples, reflected roses; all
the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing
room, the apple only turned its yellow side.
Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the
floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling—what? My
hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from
the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of
sound. “Safe, safe, safe,” the pulse of the house beat softly. “The
treasure buried; the room . . . ” the pulse stopped short. Oh, was
that the buried treasure?
A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the
trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare,
coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burnt
behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us;
coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house,
sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened.
He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the
Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the
Downs.
“Safe, safe, safe,” the pulse of the house beat gladly. “The Treasure
yours.”
The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and
that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of
the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still.
Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not
to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.
“Here we slept,” she says. And he adds, “Kisses without number.”
“Waking in the morning—” “Silver between the trees—” “Upstairs—”
“In the garden—” “When summer came—” “In winter snowtime—”
The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.
Nearer they come; cease at the doorway. The wind falls, the rain
slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken; we hear no steps
beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield
the lantern. “Look,” he breathes. “Sound asleep. Love upon their
lips.”
Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and
deeply. Long they pause. The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops
slightly.
Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting,
stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the
sleepers and seek their hidden joy.
“Safe, safe, safe,” the heart of the house beats proudly. “Long years—
” he sighs. “Again you found me.” “Here,” she murmurs, “sleeping; in
the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left
our treasure—” Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes.
“Safe! safe! safe!” the pulse of the house beats wildly.
Waking, I cry “Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.”
1. How did the story make you feel?
2.Which statement do you agree with and why?
A. The story creates an eerie and mysterious
atmosphere.
B. The sleeping couple are never able to see
the ghosts
C. The ghostly couple seems harmless.
D. The house seemed to have thoughts and a voice of it's own.
PLEASE BE QUICKK
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