Reading Comprehension

What is the meaning of leisure?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What is the meaning of shame?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What did the jeweler say to Lantin?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What is the meaning of pharmacy?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

Where was Lantin wandering?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What is the meaning of tremble?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What is the meaning of reflection?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

Who took him to the pharmacy?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

Where was he standing?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What happened to him?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What did he do in the office?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What did Lantin think of himself?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

How many times did he think of going into the store?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What was in his pocket?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.

What did the proprietor offer Lantin?

Directions: Read the following passage and answer the given questions.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes- the widower speechless with astonishment, the jeweler scenting a thief. The latter broke the silence.
“Will you leave this necklace here for twenty-four hours? I will give you a receipt''.
“Certainly,” answered Mr. Lantin, hastily. Then putting the ticket in his pocket, he left the store.
 He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind in a sate of dreadful confusion. He tried to reason, to understand. He could not afford to purchase such a costly ornament, certainly not. But, then, it must have been a present, a present, a present from whom? Why was it given her?
 He stopped and remained standing in the middle of the street. A horrible doubt entered his mind – she? Then all the other gems must have been presents, too. The earth seemed to tremble beneath him; the tree before him was falling. Throwing up his arms, he too, fell to the ground unconscious. He recovered his senses in a pharmacy into which the passers-by had taken him, and later, was taken home. When he arrived, he shut himself up in his room and wept until nightfall. Finally, overcome with fatigue, he threw himself on the bed, where he passed an uneasy, restless night.
The following morning he arose and prepared to go to the office. It was hard to work after such a shock. He sent a letter to his employer requesting to be excused. Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s. He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man. So, he dressed and went out.
It was a lovely day; a clear blue sky smiled on the busy city below, and men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.
Observing them, MLantin said to himself: “The rich, indeed, are happy. With money, it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow. One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief. Oh, if I was only rich”
He began to feel hungry, but his pocket was empty. He again remembered the necklace. Eighteen thousand francs. Eighteen thousand francs. What a sum.
He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s. Eighteen Thousand francs. Twenty times, he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back. He was hungry, however, - very hungry, and had not one cent in his pocket. He decided quickly and ran across the street in order to not have time for reflection, and entered the store.
The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.
 “I have made inquires, M.Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”
 “Certainly, sir,” stammered Mr. Lantin.