NIT 3: ESSAY WRITING 2074 Set A Q. No. 13
Write an essay on "Empowerment for Women: A Base for Development
2074 Set B Q. No. 13
Write an essay on the "Importance of Extra Curricular Activities: their Ac
2074 Partial E Q. No. 13
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Write an essay on your "Experience of Living in a City or Village". Y
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Iwill give you 90 points read this entry from a blog about service dogs.lexie, an eight-month-old black labrador retriever, is sleeping quietly at my feet. i can’t but think that her soft, velvety ears and alert brown eyes would make her the perfect “doggie model” for pet magazines and pet store ads. however, lexie will soon have a much more important job to do. in a few months, she will become the loyal companion and service dog for a young man who has been blind since birth. she will him board public transportation, such as buses, subways, and trains, and she will him safely cross busy intersections. lexie will even the young man avoid obstacles, such as high curbs and low overhangs. like all dogs in our organization, lexie has undergone months of specialized training to a visually impaired person lead an active and independent life.what is the primary purpose of this blog? to inform readers about seeing-eye dogsto entertain readers with stories about lexieto persuade readers to support service dogsto convince readers to adopt seeing-eye dogs

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Is "ing" an unstressed or stressed syllable?