Practice Exams Lang 1 Section A

Practice Exams
The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Robert Louis Stevonson
The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde is about Dr Jekylls attempts to create a
potion that allows him to split his personality. Mr Utterson is a friend of Dr Jekyll who
becomes concerned about his behaviour. (This is an extract from the opening of a novel)
MR. UTTERSON the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance 1, that was never lighted by a
smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty,
dreary, and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste,
something eminently2 human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way
into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but 5
more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere 3 with himself; drank gin when he
was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed
the doors of one for twenty years. But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes
wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in
any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove. "I incline to Cain's heresy," he used to 10
say quaintly: "I let my brother go to the devil in his own way." In this character, it was
frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the
lives of down-going men. And to such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he
never marked a shade of change in his demeanour.
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No doubt the feat was easy to Mr. Utterson; for he was undemonstrative 4 at the best, and even
his friendship seemed to be founded in a similar catholicity of good-nature. It is the mark of a
modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity; and that
was the lawyer's way. His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the
longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the 20
object. Hence, no doubt, the bond that united him to Mr. Richard Enfield, his distant kinsman,
the well-known man about town. It was a nut to crack for many, what these two could see in each
other, or what subject they could find in common. It was reported by those who encountered
them in their Sunday walks, that they said nothing, looked singularly dull, and would hail with
obvious relief the appearance of a friend. For all that, the two men put the greatest store by 25
these excursions, counted them the chief jewel of each week, and not only set aside occasions
of pleasure, but even resisted the calls of business, that they might enjoy them uninterrupted.
It chanced on one of these rambles that their way led them down a by-street in a busy quarter
of London. The street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the 30
week-days. The inhabitants were all doing well, it seemed, and all emulously hoping to do better
still, and laying out the surplus of their gains in coquetry; so that the shop fronts stood along
that thoroughfare with an air of invitation, like rows of smiling saleswomen. Even on Sunday,
when it veiled its more florid charms and lay comparatively empty of passage, the street shone
out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest; and with its freshly 35
painted shutters, well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly
caught and pleased the eye of the passenger.
Two doors from one corner, on the left hand going east, the line was broken by the entry of a
court; and just at that point, a certain sinister block of building thrust forward its gable on 40
the street. It was two stories high; showed no window, nothing but a door on the lower story and
a blind forehead of discoloured wall on the upper; and bore in every feature, the marks of
prolonged and sordid negligence. The door, which was equipped with neither bell nor knocker,
was blistered and distained. Tramps slouched into the recess and struck matches on
the panels; children kept shop upon the steps; the schoolboy had tried his knife on the 45
mouldings; and for close on a generation, no one had appeared to drive away these random
visitors or to repair their ravages5.
Mr. Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the by-street; but when they came
abreast of the entry, the former lifted up his cane and pointed. 50
"Did you ever remark that door?" he asked; and when his companion had replied in the
affirmative, "It is connected in my mind," added he, "with a very odd story."
"Indeed?" said Mr. Utterson, with a slight change of voice, "and what was that?" 55
Glossary
1-Countanence- Face
2-Eminently- Prominent/Important
3-Austere-
4-Undemosntrative-
5-Ravages-
Exam Questions Jekyll and Hyde
Q1 (AO1)
Read again the first part of the source from lines 1-5
List four things you learn about Mr Utterson (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
of London. The street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the
out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest; and with its freshly painted
shutters, well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly caught and
pleased the eye of the passenger.
Reread lines 29-37.

How is language used to create a positive impression of the area?
You could include the writers choice of:
words and phrases
language features and techniques
sentence forms. (8 marks)
Q3 (AO2)
Reread the entire source

How is the text structured to interest you as a reader?
You could write about:
what the writer focuses your attention on at the beginning
how and why the writer changes this focus as the extract develops
any other structural features that interest you (8 marks)
Q4 (AO4)
Focus this part of your answer on the second half of the source from line 29 to the end
A student having read this section of the text has said I really enjoy the description of the
area it as if you are walking the street with Utterson and Enfield
To what extent do you agree?

In your response, you should:
Write about your own impression s of the area
Evaluate how the writer has created these impressions
Support your ideas with quotations from the text (20 marks)
The Thirty-Nine Steps
John Buchan
It is 1914 and Richard Hannay has just returned to London from Africa. As he is walking home
he is accosted by a man who seems to know of a anarchist plot to destabilise Europe (This is an
extract from the opening of a novel)
I returned from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon
pretty well disgusted with life. I had been three months in the Old
Country, and was fed up with it. If anyone had told me a year ago that
I would have been feeling like that I should have laughed at him; but
there was the fact. The weather made me liverish, the talk of the 5
ordinary Englishman made me sick. I couldn't get enough exercise, and
the amusements of London seemed as flat as soda-water that has been
standing in the sun. 'Richard Hannay,' I kept telling myself, 'you
have got into the wrong ditch, my friend, and you had better climb out.'
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It made me bite my lips to think of the plans I had been building up
those last years in Bulawayo. I had got my pile--not one of the big
ones, but good enough for me; and I had figured out all kinds of ways
of enjoying myself. My father had brought me out from Scotland at the
age of six, and I had never been home since; so England was a sort of 15
Arabian Nights to me, and I counted on stopping there for the rest of
my days.
But from the first I was disappointed with it. In about a week I was
tired of seeing sights, and in less than a month I had had enough of 20
restaurants and theatres and race-meetings. I had no real pal to go
about with, which probably explains things. Plenty of people invited
me to their houses, but they didn't seem much interested in me. They
would fling me a question or two about South Africa, and then get on
their own affairs. A lot of Imperialist ladies asked me to tea to meet 25
schoolmasters from New Zealand and editors from Vancouver, and that was
the dismalest business of all. Here was I, thirty-seven years old,
sound in wind and limb, with enough money to have a good time, yawning
my head off all day. I had just about settled to clear out and get
back to the veld, for I was the best bored man in the United Kingdom. 30
That afternoon I had been worrying my brokers about investments to give

my mind something to work on, and on my way home I turned into my
club--rather a pot-house, which took in Colonial members. I had a long
drink, and read the evening papers. They were full of the row in the 35
Near East, and there was an article about Karolides, the Greek Premier.
I rather fancied the chap. From all accounts he seemed the one big man
in the show; and he played a straight game too, which was more than
could be said for most of them. I gathered that they hated him pretty
blackly in Berlin and Vienna, but that we were going to stick by him, 40
and one paper said that he was the only barrier between Europe and
Armageddon. I remember wondering if I could get a job in those parts.
It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man
from yawning.
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About six o'clock I went home, dressed, dined at the Cafe Royal, and
turned into a music-hall. It was a silly show, all capering women and
monkey-faced men, and I did not stay long. The night was fine and
clear as I walked back to the flat I had hired near Portland Place.
The crowd surged past me on the pavements, busy and chattering, and I 50
envied the people for having something to do. These shop-girls and
clerks and dandies and policemen had some interest in life that kept
them going. I gave half-a-crown to a beggar because I saw him yawn; he
was a fellow-sufferer. At Oxford Circus I looked up into the spring
sky and I made a vow. I would give the Old Country another day to fit 55
me into something; if nothing happened, I would take the next boat for
the Cape.
My flat was the first floor in a new block behind Langham Place. There
was a common staircase, with a porter and a liftman at the entrance, 60
but there was no restaurant or anything of that sort, and each flat was
quite shut off from the others. I hate servants on the premises, so I
had a fellow to look after me who came in by the day. He arrived
before eight o'clock every morning and used to depart at seven, for I
never dined at home. 65
I was just fitting my key into the door when I noticed a man at my
elbow. I had not seen him approach, and the sudden appearance made me
start. He was a slim man, with a short brown beard and small, gimlety
blue eyes. I recognized him as the occupant of a flat on the top 70
floor, with whom I had passed the time of day on the stairs.
'Can I speak to you?' he said. 'May I come in for a minute?' He was

steadying his voice with an effort, and his hand was pawing my arm.
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I got my door open and motioned him in. No sooner was he over the
threshold than he made a dash for my back room, where I used to smoke
and write my letters. Then he bolted back.
'Is the door locked?' he asked feverishly, and he fastened the chain 80
with his own hand.
'I'm very sorry,' he said humbly. 'It's a mighty liberty, but you
looked the kind of man who would understand. I've had you in my mind
all this week when things got troublesome. Say, will you do me a good 85
turn?'
'I'll listen to you,' I said. 'That's all I'll promise.' I was

getting worried by the antics of this nervous little chap. 89
Exam Questions Thirty-Nine Steps
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about Richards thoughts when he returns home (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
But from the first I was disappointed with it. In about a week I was
tired of seeing sights, and in less than a month I had had enough of 20
restaurants and theatres and race-meetings. I had no real pal to go
about with, which probably explains things. Plenty of people invited
me to their houses, but they didn't seem much interested in me. They
would fling me a question or two about South Africa, and then get on
their own affairs. A lot of Imperialist ladies asked me to tea to meet 25
schoolmasters from New Zealand and editors from Vancouver, and that was
the dismalest business of all. Here was I, thirty-seven years old,
sound in wind and limb, with enough money to have a good time, yawning
my head off all day. I had just about settled to clear out and get
back to the veld, for I was the best bored man in the United Kingdom.
Reread lines 19-30

How is language used to express Richards disappointment in London?
words and phrases
Q3 (AO2)

Q4 (AO4)
A teacher having read this section of the text has said I like how the writer has created a
growing sense of adventure and mystery. It is as if you are there with the characters

Write about your own impressions of the characters
The Road
Cormac McCarthy
After an unspecified disaster, a man travels in post apocalypse America with his son looking for a
safe place to live (This is an extract from the opening of a novel)
When he awoke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night hed
reach out and touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond
darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before.
Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world. His hand
rose and fell softly with each precious breath. He pushed away the plastic 5
tarpaulin and raised himself in the stinking robes and blankets and looked
toward the east for any light but there was none. In the dream from which
hed wakened he had wondered in a cave where the child had led him by the
hand. Their light playing over the wet flowstone walls. Like pilgrims in a fable
swallowed up and lost among the inward parts of some granitic. Deep stone 10
flues where the water dripped and sang. Tolling in the silence the minutes of
the earth and the hours and the days of it and the years without cease. Until
they stood in a great stone room where lay a black and ancient lake. And on the
far shore a creature that raised its dripping mouth from the rimstone pool and
stared into the light with eyes dead white and sightless as the eggs of spiders. 15
It swung its head low over the water as if to take the scent of what it could not
see. Crouching there pale and naked and translucent, its alabaster bones cast up
in the shadows on the rocks behind it. Its bowels, its beating heart. The brain
that pulsed in a dull glass bell. It swung its head from side to side and then gave
out a low moan and turned and lurched away and loped soundlessly into the dark. 20
With the first gray light he rose and left the boy sleeping and walked out onto
the road and squatted and studied the country to the south. Barren, silent, godless.
He thought the month was October but he wasnt sure. He hadnt kept a calendar
for years. They were moving south. Thered be no surviving the winter here. 25
When it was light enough to use the binoculars he glassed the valley below.
Everything paling away into the murk. The soft ash blowing in loose swirls over
the blacktop. He studied what he could see. The segments of road down there
among the dead trees. Looking for anything of color. Any movement. Any trace 30
of standing smoke. He lowered the glasses and pulled down the cotton mask from
his face and wiped his nose on the back of his wrist and then glassed the country
again. Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight
congeal over the land. He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he
is not the world of God God never spoke. 35
Exam Questions The Road
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about the night (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
In the dream from which

hed wakened he had wondered in a cave where the child had led him by the
hand. Their light playing over the wet flowstone walls. Like pilgrims in a fable
swallowed up and lost among the inward parts of some granitic. Deep stone 10
flues where the water dripped and sang. Tolling in the silence the minutes of
the earth and the hours and the days of it and the years without cease. Until
they stood in a great stone room where lay a black and ancient lake. And on the
far shore a creature that raised its dripping mouth from the rimstone pool and
stared into the light with eyes dead white and sightless as the eggs of spiders. 15
It swung its head low over the water as if to take the scent of what it could not
see. Crouching there pale and naked and translucent, its alabaster bones cast up
in the shadows on the rocks behind it. Its bowels, its beating heart. The brain
that pulsed in a dull glass bell. It swung its head from side to side and then gave
out a low moan and turned and lurched away and loped soundlessly into the dark
Reread lines 7-20.

How is language used to describe the mans dream?
words and phrases
Q3 (AO2)

any other structural features that interest you (Paragraphs/punctuation) (8 marks)
Q4 (AO4)
A student having read this section of the text has said I enjoy the ending of the extract as it
helps create a sense of desolation and isolation it makes you feel you are there with the
characters
Write about your own impressions of the characters and location
The Handmaids Tale
Margaret Atwood
After a nuclear war a totalitarian nation named Gilead has risen from the ashes of North America.
In this new religiously fundamental country most people are sterile making the women that can have
children valuable commodities. Most serve as Handmaidens to the powerful men in the country and
have little or no control over their own lives or bodies.
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. The floor was of varnished wood, with stripes
and circles painted on it, for the games that were formerly played there; the hoops for the
basketball nets were still in place, though the nets were gone. A balcony ran around the room,
for the spectators, and I thought I could smell, faintly like an after image, the pungent scent of
sweat, shot through with the sweet taint of chewing gum and perfume from the watching girls, 5
felt-skirted as I knew from pictures, later in mini-skirts, then pants, then in one earring, spiky
green-streaked hair. Dances would have been held here; the music lingered, a palimpsest of
unheard sound, style upon style, an undercurrent of drums, a forlorn wail, garlands made of
tissue-paper flowers, cardboard devils, a revolving ball of mirrors, powdering the dancers with a
snow of light. 10
There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or
name. I remember that yearning, for something that was always about to happen and was never
the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in
the parking lot, or in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures
flickering over lifting flesh. 15
We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability? It was in the air;
and it was still in the air, an afterthought, as we tried to sleep, in the army cots that had been
set up in rows, with spaces between so we could not talk. We had flannelette sheets, like
childrens, and army-issue blankets, old ones that still said U.S. We folded our clothes neatly
and laid them on the stools at the ends of the beds. The lights were turned down but not 20
out. Aunt Sara and Aunt Elizabeth patrolled; they had electric cattle prods slung on thongs
from their leather belts.
No guns though, even they could not be trusted with guns. Guns were for the guards, specially
picked from the Angels. The guards werent allowed inside the building except when called, and
we werent allowed out, except for our walks, twice daily, two by two around the 25
football field which was enclosed now by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. The Angels
stood outside it with their backs on us. They were objects of fear to us, but of something else
as well. If only they would look. If only we could talk to them. Something could be exchanged, we
thought, some deal made, some trade-off, we still had our bodies. That was our fantasy.
We learned to whisper almost without sound. In the semi-darkness we could stretch out 30
our arms, when the Aunts werent looking, and touch each others hands across space. We
learned to lip-read, our heads flat on the beds, turned sideways, watching each others mouths.
In this way we exchanged names, from bed to bed:
Alma. Janine. Dolores. Moira. June. 34

Exam Questions The Handmaids Tale
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about the gymnasium (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability? It was in the air;
and it was still in the air, an afterthought, as we tried to sleep, in the army cots that had been
set up in rows, with spaces between so we could not talk. We had flannelette sheets, like
childrens, and army-issue blankets, old ones that still said U.S. We folded our clothes neatly
and laid them on the stools at the ends of the beds. The lights were turned down but not 20
out. Aunt Sara and Aunt Elizabeth patrolled; they had electric cattle prods slung on thongs
from their leather belts.
Reread lines 16-21.

How is language used to suggest the women have no control over their situation?
words and phrases
Q3 (AO2)

Q4 (AO4)
A teacher having read this section of the text has said Attwood does excellent job of setting
the scene and suggesting that the women have no control over their lives

The Big Sleep
Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep follows the private detective Phillip Marlowe as he is summoned to the house
of his new client General Sternwood. He is hired to resolve his daughters Carmens gambling
debts (This is from the opening of the novel)
It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of
hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue
shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark blue clocks on them.
I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-
5 dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.
The main hallway of the Sternwood place was two stories high. Over the entrance doors, which
would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a
knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn't have any clothes on but
some very long and convenient hair. The knight had pushed the vizor of his helmet back to be
10 sociable, and he was fiddling with the knots on the ropes that tied the lady to the tree and not
getting anywhere. I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later
have to climb up there and help him. He didn't seem to be really trying.
There were French doors at the back of the hall, beyond them a wide sweep of emerald grass to
a white garage, in front of which a slim dark young chauffeur in shiny black leggings was dusting
15 a maroon Packard convertible. Beyond the garage were some decorative trees trimmed as
carefully as poodle dogs. Beyond them a large greenhouse with a domed roof. Then more trees
and beyond everything the solid, uneven, comfortable line of the foothills.
On the east side of the hall a free staircase, tile-paved, rose to a gallery with a wrought-iron
railing and another piece of stained-glass romance. Large hard chairs with rounded red plush
20 seats were backed into the vacant spaces of the wall round about. They didn't look as if anybody
had ever sat in them. In the middle of the west wall there was a big empty fireplace with a brass
screen in four hinged panels, and over the fireplace a marble mantel with cupids at the corners.
Above the mantel there was a large oil portrait, and above the portrait two bullet-torn or moth-
eaten cavalry pennants crossed in a glass frame. The portrait was a stiffly posed job of an officer
25 in full regimentals of about the time of the Mexican war. The officer had a neat black imperial,
black mustachios, hot hard coal-black eyes, and the general look of a man it would pay to get
along with. I thought this might be General Sternwood's grandfather. It could hardly be the
General himself, even though I had heard he was pretty far gone in years to have a couple of
daughters still in the dangerous twenties.
30 I was still staring at the hot black eyes when a door opened far back under the stairs. It wasn't
the butler coming back. It was a girl.
She was twenty or so, small and delicately put together, but she looked durable. She wore pale
blue slacks and they looked well on her. She walked as if she were floating. Her hair was a fine
tawny wave cut much shorter than the current fashion of pageboy tresses curled in at the
35 bottom. Her eyes were slate-gray, and had almost no expression when they looked at me. She
came over near me and smiled with her mouth and she had little sharp predatory teeth, as white
as fresh orange pith and as shiny as porcelain. They glistened between her thin too taut lips. Her
face lacked color and didn't look too healthy.
"Tall, aren't you?" she said.
40 "I didn't mean to be."
Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance,
that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.
"Handsome too," she said. "And I bet you know it."
I grunted.
45 "What's your name?"
"Reilly," I said. "Doghouse Reilly."
"That's a funny name." She bit her lip and turned her head a little and looked at me along her
eyes. Then she lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them
again, like a theater curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll
50 over on my back with all four paws in the air.
"Are you a prizefighter?" she asked, when I didn't.
"Not exactly. I'm a sleuth."
"Aa" She tossed her head angrily, and the rich color of it glistened in the rather dim light of
the big hall. "You're making fun of me."
Exam Questions The Big Sleep
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about Marlowes appearance (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
The main hallway of the Sternwood place was two stories high. Over the entrance doors, which
would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a
knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn't have any clothes on but
some very long and convenient hair. The knight had pushed the vizor of his helmet back to be
sociable, and he was fiddling with the knots on the ropes that tied the lady to the tree and not
getting anywhere. I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later
have to climb up there and help him. He didn't seem to be really trying.
There were French doors at the back of the hall, beyond them a wide sweep of emerald grass to
a white garage, in front of which a slim dark young chauffeur in shiny black leggings was dusting
a maroon Packard convertible. Beyond the garage were some decorative trees trimmed as
carefully as poodle dogs. Beyond them a large greenhouse with a domed roof. Then more trees
and beyond everything the solid, uneven, comfortable line of the foothills.
Reread lines 6-17.

How is language used to create a sense of wealth for the Sternwoods?
words and phrases
Q3 (AO2)

Q4 (AO4)
A teacher having read this section of the text has said I like how the writer conveys Marlowes
disdain for the Sternwoods it is as if you are there with the characters

Write about your own impression s of the area
Support your ideas with quotations from the text (20 marks
Neverwhere
Neil Gaiman
Neverwhere is a fantasy novel whereby a young girl named Door is being chased by two assassins
named Vandemar and Croupe. As the novel continues she is aided by a young man named Richard
Mayhew. (This is an extract from the opening of the novel)
1 She had been running for days now, a harum-scarum tumbling flight through passages and
tunnels. She was hungry, and exhausted, and more tired than a body could stand, and each
successive door was proving harder to open. After four days of flight, she had found a hiding
place, a tiny stone burrow, under the world, where she would be safe, or so she prayed, and at
5 last she slept.
Mr. Croup had hired Ross at the last Floating Market, which had been held in Westminster
Abbey. "Think of him," he told Mr. Vandemar, "as a canary."
10 "Sings?" asked Mr. Vandemar.
"I doubt it; I sincerely and utterly doubt it." Mr. Croup ran a hand through his lank orange hair.
"No, my fine friend, I was thinking metaphoncally -- more along the lines of the birds they take
down mines." Mr. Vandemar nodded, comprehension dawning slowly: yes, a canary. Mr. Ross had
no other resemblance to a canary. He was huge-almost as big as Mr. Vandemar -- and extremely
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grubby, and quite hairless, and he said very little, although he had made a point of telling each
of them that he liked to kill things, and he was good at it; and this amused Mr. Croup and Mr.
Vandemar. But he was a canary, and he never knew it. So Mr. Ross went first, in his filthy T-
shirt and his crusted blue-jeans, and Croup and Vandemar walked behind him, in their elegant
black suits.
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There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first,
Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a
faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar's eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned
the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious
25 jewelery; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look
nothing at all alike.
A rustle in the tunnel darkness; Mr. Vandemar's knife was in his hand, and then it was no longer
in his hand, and it was quivering gently almost thirty feet away. He walked over to his knife and
30 picked it up by the hilt. There was a gray rat impaled on the blade, its mouth opening and closing
impotently as the life fled. He crushed its skull between finger and thumb.
"Now, there's one rat that won't be telling any more tales," said Mr. Croup. He chuckled at his
own joke. Mr. Vandemar did not respond. "Rat. Tales. Get it?"
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Mr. Vandemar pulled the rat from the blade and began to munch on it, thoughtfully, head first.
Mr. Croup slapped it out of his hands. "Stop that," he said. Mr. Vandemar put his knife away, a
little sullenly. "Buck up," hissed Mr. Croup, encouragingly.
40 "There will always be another rat. Now: onward. Things to do. People to damage."
Exam Questions Neverwhere
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about the girl (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
"Sings?" asked Mr. Vandemar.
"I doubt it; I sincerely and utterly doubt it." Mr. Croup ran a hand through his lank orange hair.
"No, my fine friend, I was thinking metaphoncally -- more along the lines of the birds they take
down mines." Mr. Vandemar nodded, comprehension dawning slowly: yes, a canary. Mr. Ross had
no other resemblance to a canary. He was huge-almost as big as Mr. Vandemar -- and extremely
grubby, and quite hairless, and he said very little, although he had made a point of telling each
of them that he liked to kill things, and he was good at it; and this amused Mr. Croup and Mr.
Vandemar. But he was a canary, and he never knew it. So Mr. Ross went first, in his filthy T-
shirt and his crusted blue-jeans, and Croup and Vandemar walked behind him, in their elegant
black suits.
There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first,
Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a
faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar's eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned
the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious
jewelery; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look
nothing at all alike.
Reread lines 10-26.

How is language used to create a dangerous impression of Vandemar and Croupe?
words and phrases
Q3 (AO2)
Q4 (AO4)
Croupe and Vandemar. You get a real sense of danger from the duo. It is as if you are there

The Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King
JRR Tolkien
This extract is taken from the opening of Lord of The Rings: The Return of The King (the third
part of the trilogy) The fellowship has been broken and the different characters are scattered.
Pippin the young Hobbit travels with Gandalf to Gondor to seek the aid of Denethor
Pippin looked out from the shelter of Gandalfs cloak. He wondered if he was awake or still
sleeping, still in the swift-moving dream in which he had been wrapped so long since the great
ride began. The dark world was rushing by and the wind sang loudly in his ears. He could see
nothing but the wheeling stars, and away to his right vast shadows against the sky where the
5 mountains of the South marched past. Sleepily he tried to reckon the times and stages of their
journey, but his memory was drowsy and uncertain.
There had been the first ride at terrible speed without a halt, and then in the dawn he had
seen a pale gleam of gold, and they had come to the silent town and the great empty house on
the hill. And hardly had they reached its shelter when the winged shadow had passed over once
10 again, and men wilted with fear. But Gandalf had spoken soft words to him, and he had slept in
a corner, tired but uneasy, dimly aware of comings and goings and of men talking and Gandalf
giving orders. And then again riding, riding in the night. This was the second, no, the third night
since he had looked in the Stone. And with that hideous memory he woke fully, and shivered, and
the noise of the wind became filled with menacing voices.
15
A light kindled in the sky, a blaze of yellow fire behind dark barriers Pippin cowered back,
afraid for a moment, wondering into what dreadful country Gandalf was bearing him. He rubbed
his eyes, and then he saw that it was the moon rising above the eastern shadows, now almost at
the full. So the night was not yet old and for hours the dark journey would go on. He stirred and
spoke.
20
Where are we, Gandalf? he asked.
In the realm of Gondor, the wizard answered. The land of Anrien is still passing by.
There was a silence again for a while. Then, What is that? cried Pippin suddenly, clutching
at Gandalfs cloak. Look! Fire, red fire! Are there dragons in this land? Look, there is another!
25
For answer Gandalf cried aloud to his horse. On, Shadowfax! We must hasten. Time is short.
See! The beacons of Gondor are alight, calling for aid. War is kindled. See, there is the fire on
Amon Dn, and flame on Eilenach; and there they go speeding west: Nardol, Erelas, Min-Rimmon,
Calenhad, and the Halifirien on the borders of Rohan.
30 But Shadowfax paused in his stride, slowing to a walk, and then he lifted up his head and
neighed. And out of the darkness the answering neigh of other horses came; and presently the
thudding of hoofs was heard, and three riders swept up and passed like flying ghosts in the moon
and vanished into the West. Then Shadowfax gathered himself together and sprang away, and
the night flowed over him like a roaring wind.
35 Pippin became drowsy again and paid little attention to Gandalf telling him of the customs
of Gondor, and how the Lord of the City had beacons built on the tops of outlying hills along
both borders of the great range, and maintained posts at these points where fresh horses were
always in readiness to bear his errand-riders to Rohan in the North, or to Belfalas in the South.
It is long since the beacons of the North were lit, he said; and in the ancient days of Gondor
40 they were not needed, for they had the Seven Stones. Pippin stirred uneasily.
Sleep again, and do not be afraid! said Gandalf. For you are not going like Frodo to Mordor,
but to Minas Tirith, and there you will be as safe as you can be anywhere in these days. If
Gondor falls, or the Ring is taken, then the Shire will be no refuge.
You do not comfort me, said Pippin, but nonetheless sleep crept over him. The last thing
45 that he remembered before he fell into deep dream was a glimpse of high white peaks,
glimmering like floating isles above the clouds as they caught the light of the westering moon.
He wondered where Frodo was, and if he was already in Mordor, or if he was dead; and he did
not know that Frodo from far away looked on that same moon as it set beyond Gondor ere the
coming of the day.
50 Pippin woke to the sound of voices. Another day of hiding and a night of journey had fleeted
by. It was twilight: the cold dawn was at hand again, and chill grey mists were about them.
Shadowfax stood steaming with sweat, but he held his neck proudly and showed no sign of
weariness. Many tall men heavily cloaked stood beside him, and behind them in the mist loomed
a wall of stone. Partly ruinous it seemed, but already before the night was passed the sound of
60 hurried labour could be heard: beat of hammers, clink of trowels, and the creak of wheels.
Torches and flares glowed dully here and there in the fog. Gandalf was speaking to the men that
barred his way, and as he listened Pippin became aware that he himself was being discussed.
Yea truly, we know you, Mithrandir, said the leader of the men, and you know the pass-
words of the Seven Gates and are free to go forward. But we do not know your companion. What
65
is he? A dwarf out of the mountains in the North? We wish for no strangers in the land at this
time, unless they be mighty men of arms in whose faith and help we can trust.
I will vouch for him before the seat of Denethor, said Gandalf. And as for valour, that
cannot be computed by stature. He has passed through more battles and perils than you have,
70 Ingold, though you be twice his height; and he comes now from the storming of Isengard, of
which we bear tidings, and great weariness is on him, or I would wake him. His name is Peregrin,
a very valiant man.
Exam Questions The Return of The King
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about Pippins journey (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
There had been the first ride at terrible speed without a halt, and then in the dawn he had
seen a pale gleam of gold, and they had come to the silent town and the great empty house on
the hill. And hardly had they reached its shelter when the winged shadow had passed over once
again, and men wilted with fear. But Gandalf had spoken soft words to him, and he had slept in
a corner, tired but uneasy, dimly aware of comings and goings and of men talking and Gandalf
giving orders. And then again riding, riding in the night. This was the second, no, the third night
since he had looked in the Stone. And with that hideous memory he woke fully, and shivered, and
the noise of the wind became filled with menacing voices.
A light kindled in the sky, a blaze of yellow fire behind dark barriers Pippin cowered back,
afraid for a moment, wondering into what dreadful country Gandalf was bearing him. He rubbed
his eyes, and then he saw that it was the moon rising above the eastern shadows, now almost at
the full. So the night was not yet old and for hours the dark journey would go on. He stirred and
spoke.
Where are we, Gandalf? he asked.
In the realm of Gondor, the wizard answered. The land of Anrien is still passing by.
Reread lines 7-21.
How is language used to describe Pippins impressions of the journey?
words and phrases
Q3 (AO2)
Q4 (AO4)
journey it creates an ominous tone for the reader. It is as if you are there with Gandalf and
Pippin

Write about your own impressions of the journey
Support your ideas with quotations from the text (20 marks
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray tells the story of the ruinous effects of Dorians vanity as he moves
through Victorian society indulging his every whim and desire. Encouraged by his mentor Lord Henry
and the supernatural painting that stops him from aging. Dorians life spins out of control. (This is
taken from the opening to a novel)
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst
the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the
more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
5 From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was
his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-
sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able
to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of
birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the
10 huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those
pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily
immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees
shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round
the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive.
15 The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.
In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a
young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was
sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at
20 the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.
As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art,
a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly
started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison
25 within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.
"It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry languidly.
"You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. The Academy is too large and too vulgar.
Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to
30 see the pictures, which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the
people, which was worse. The Grosvenor is really the only place."
"I don't think I shall send it anywhere," he answered, tossing his head back in that odd way
that used to make his friends laugh at him at Oxford. "No, I won't send it anywhere."
35
Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue
wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy, opium-tainted cigarette.
"Not send it anywhere? My dear fellow, why? Have you any reason? What odd chaps you painters
are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want
40 to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked
about, and that is not being talked about. A portrait like this would set you far above all the young
men in England, and make the old men quite jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion."
"I know you will laugh at me," he replied, "but I really can't exhibit it. I have put too much
45 of myself into it."
Lord Henry stretched himself out on the divan and laughed.
"Yes, I knew you would; but it is quite true, all the same."
50
"Too much of yourself in it! Upon my word, Basil, I didn't know you were so vain; and I really
can't see any resemblance between you, with your rugged strong face and your coal-black hair,
and this young Adonis, who looks as if he was made out of ivory and rose-leaves. Why, my dear
Basil, he is a Narcissus, and youwell, of course you have an intellectual expression and all that.
55 But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode
of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one
becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the
learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then
in the Church they don't think. A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to
60 say when he was a boy of eighteen, and as a natural consequence he always looks absolutely
delightful. Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me, but whose picture
really fascinates me, never thinks. I feel quite sure of that. He is some brainless beautiful
creature who should be always here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here
in summer when we want something to chill our intelligence. Don't flatter yourself, Basil: you are
65 not in the least like him."
Glossary
Laburnum- tree
Monotonous- continuous
Languidly- calmly/relaxed
Adonis- Greek god of beauty and desire
Narcissus- Greek myth who fell in love with his own reflection
Exam Questions The Picture of Dorian Gray
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about the studio and the garden (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was
his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-
sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able
to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of
birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the
huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those
pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily
immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees
shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round
the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive.
The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.
Reread lines 5-15.

How is language used to describe the art studio and garden?
words and phrases
Q3 (AO2)

Q4 (AO4)
painting and Henrys and Basils reaction to it. It gives a clear sense of their relationship. It is
as if you are in the room with the two characters

Write about your own impression s of the characters and painting
Z for Zachariah
Robert OBrien
A young girl named Ann Burden is the sole survivor of a nuclear war in America. She recounts the
events in her diary. After being alone for an indeterminate amount of time she starts her diary on
May 20th (This is an extract from the opening of a novel)
May 20th
I am alone.
Someone is coming.
That is, I think someone is coming, though I am not sure, and I pray that I am wrong. I
5 went into the church and prayed all this morning. I sprinkled water in front of the altar, and put
some flowers on it, violets and dogwood.
But there is smoke. For three days there has been smoke, not like the time before. That
time, last year, it rose in a great cloud a long way away, and stayed in the sky for two weeks. A
forest fire in the dead woods, and then it rained and the smoke stopped. But this time it is a
10 thin column, like a pole not very high.
And the column has come three times, each time in the late afternoon. At night I cannot
see it, and in the morning, it is gone. But each afternoon it comes again, and it is nearer. At first
it was behind Claypole Ridge, and I could see only the top of it, the smallest smudge. I thought
it was a cloud, except that it was too grey, the wrong colour, and then I thought: there are no
15 clouds anywhere else. I got the binoculars and saw that it was narrow and straight; it was smoke
from a small fire. When we used to go in the truck, Claypole Ridge was fifteen miles, though it
looks closer, and the smoke was coming from behind that.
Beyond Claypole Ridge was there is Ogdentown, about ten miles further. But there is no
one left alive in Ogdentown.
20 I know, because after the war ended, and all the telephones went dead, my father, my
brother Joseph and cousin David went in the truck to find out what was happening, and the first
place they went to was Ogdentown. They went early in the morning; Joseph and David were
really excited, but father looked serious.
When they came back it was dark. Mother had been worrying- they took so long- so we
25 were glad to see the truck lights finally coming over Burden Hill, six miles away. They looked like
beacons. They were the only lights anywhere, except in the house no other cars had come down
all day. We knew it was the truck because one of the lights, the left one, always blinked when it
went over a bump. It came up to the house and they got out; the boys werent excited any more.
They looked scared, and my father looked sick. Maybe he was beginning to be sick, but mainly I
30 think he was distressed.
My mother looked up at him as he climbed down.
What did you find?
He said, Bodies. Just dead bodies. Theyre all dead.
All?
35 We went inside the house where the lamps were lit, the two boys following, not saying
anything. My father sat down. Terrible, he said, and again, terrible, terrible. We drove
around, looking. We blew the horn. Then we went to the church and rang the bell. You can hear it
five miles away. We waited for two hours, but nobody came. I went into a couple of houses the
Johnsons, the Peters-they were all there, all dead. There were dead birds all over the streets.
40 My brother Joseph began to cry. He was fourteen. I think I had not heard him cry for
six years.
Exam Questions Z For Zachariah
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about Anns actions (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
May 20th
I am alone.
Someone is coming.
That is, I think someone is coming, though I am not sure, and I pray that I am wrong. I
went into the church and prayed all this morning. I sprinkled water in front of the altar, and put
some flowers on it, violets and dogwood.
But there is smoke. For three days there has been smoke, not like the time before. That
time, last year, it rose in a great cloud a long way away, and stayed in the sky for two weeks. A
forest fire in the dead woods, and then it rained and the smoke stopped. But this time it is a
thin column, like a pole not very high.
Reread lines 1-11.

How is language used to create a tense atmosphere?
words and phrases
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Q4 (AO4)
characters it creates a real sense of foreboding. It is as if you are with the characters

The Bone Clocks
David Mitchell
The story follows Holly Sykes a fifteen year old girl that runs away from home to live with her
boyfriend. She finds him in bed with her best friend and decides to keep running and she has
several mysterious and supernatural incidents
1 30 June
I fling open my bedroom curtains, and theres the thirsty sky and the wide river full of ships
and and boats and stuff, but Im already thinking of Vinnys chocolatey eyes, shampoo down
Vinnys back, beads of sweat on Vinnys shoulders, and Vinnys sly laugh, and by now my hearts
5 going mental and, God, I wish I was waking up at Vinnys place in Peacock Street and not in my
own stupid bedroom. Last night, the words just said themselves, Christ, I really love you, Vin
and Vinny puffed out his a cloud of smoke and did the Prince Charles voice, One must say, ones
frightfully partial to spending time with you too, Holly Sykes, and I nearly weed myself
laughing, though I was a bit narked he didnt say, I love you too, back. If Im honest. Still
10 boyfriends act goofy to hide stuff, any magazine will tell you. Wish I could phone him right now.
Wish theyd invent phones you can speak to anyone anywhere anytime on. Hell be riding his
Norton to work in Rochester right now, his leather jacket with LED ZEP spelt out in silver studs.
Come September, when I turn sixteen hell take me out on his Norton.
Someone slams a cupboard door below.
15 Mam. No one elsed dare slam a door like that.
Suppose shes found out? Says a twisted voice.
No. Weve been too careful, me and Vinny.
Shes menopausal, is mam. Thatll be it.
Talking Heads Fear of Music is on my record player, so I lower the stylus. Vinny bought
20 me this LP, the second Saturday owe met at Magic Bus Records. Its an amazing record. I like
Heaven and Memories Cant Wait but theres not a weak track on it. Vinnys been to New York
and actually saw Talking Heads, live. His mate Dan was on security and got Vinny backstage after
the gig, and he hung out with David Byrne and the band. If he goes back next year, hes taking
me. I get dressed, finding each love bight and wishing I could go to Vinnys tonight, but hes
25 meeting a bunch of mates in Dover. Men hate it when women act jealous, so I pretend not to be.
My best friend Stellas gone to London to hunt for second-hand clothes at Camden Market. Mam
says Im still to young to go to London without an adult so Stella took Ali Jessop instead. My
biggest thrill todayll be hoovering the bar to earn my three pounds pocket money. Whoopy-doo.
Then Ive got next weeks exams to revise for. But for two pins Id hand in blank papers and tell
30 school where to shove their Pythagoras triangles and Lord of the Flies and their life cycles of
worms. I might, too.
Yeah I might just do that.
Down in the kitchen, the atmospheres like Antartica. Morning, I say, but only Jacko looks up
35 from the window-seat where hes drawing. Sharons through in the lounge part, watching a
cartoon. Dads downstairs in the hallway talking with the delivery guy the truck from the
brewerys grumbling away in front of the pub. Mams been chopping cooking apples into cubes,
giving me the silent treatment. Im supposed to say, whats wrong, Mam, what have I done? but
sod that for a game of soldiers. Obviously she noticed I was back late last night, but Ill let her
40 raise the topic. I pour some milk over my Weetabix and take it to the table. Mam clangs the lid
onto the pan and comes over. Right. What have you got to say for yourself?
Good morning to you too, mam. Another hot day.
What have you got to say for yourself young lady?
If in doubt, act innocent. Bout what exactly?
45 Her eyes go all snaky.What time did you get home?
Okay, okay, so I was a bit late, sorry
Two hours isnt a bit late. Where were you?
I munch my Weetabix. Stellas. Lost track of time.
Well, thats peculiar, now, it really is. At ten oclock I phoned Stellas mam to find out
50 where the hell you were, and guess what? Youd left before eight. So whos the liar here, Holly?
You or her?
Shit. After leaving Stellas, I went for a walk.
And where did your walk take you to?
I sharpen each word. Along the river, all right?
55 Upstream or downstream, was it, this little walk?
I let a silence go by. What difference does it make?
Therere some cartoon explosions on the telly. Mam tells my sister, Turn that thing off
and shut the door behind you Sharon.
Thats not fair! Hollys the one getting told off.
60 Now, Sharon. And you too Jacko. I want-But Jackos already vanished. When Sharons
left, Mam takes up the attack again: All alone, were you, on your walk?
Why this nasty feeling shes setting me up? Yeah.
How far dyou get on your walk, then, all alone?
What you want miles or kilometres?
65 Well, perhaps your little walk took you up Peacock Street, to a certain someone called
Vincent Costello? The kitchen sort of swirls, and through the window, on the Essex shore of
river, a tiny stick-mans lifting his bike off the ferry. Lost for words all of a sudden? Let me jog
your memory: ten oclock last night, closing the blinds, front window, wearing a T-shirt and not a
lot else.
Exam Questions The Bone Clocks
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about Vinny (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
Down in the kitchen, the atmospheres like Antartica. Morning, I say, but only Jacko looks up
from the window-seat where hes drawing. Sharons through in the lounge part, watching a
cartoon. Dads downstairs in the hallway talking with the delivery guy the truck from the
brewerys grumbling away in front of the pub. Mams been chopping cooking apples into cubes,
giving me the silent treatment. Im supposed to say, whats wrong, Mam, what have I done? but
sod that for a game of soldiers. Obviously she noticed I was back late last night, but Ill let her
raise the topic. I pour some milk over my Weetabix and take it to the table. Mam clangs the lid
onto the pan and comes over. Right. What have you got to say for yourself?
Reread lines 34-41.

How is language used to create tension between Holly and her mother?
words and phrases
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Q4 (AO4)
A student having read this section of the text has said I really enjoy the scene between Holly
and her mother. There is a real sense of tension being built. It is as if you are in the room with
the two characters

The Orenda
Joseph Boyden
Set in the 1600s. The Orenda tells the story of a war between different first nation tribes and
the relationship between a war chieftain, a young girl he captures and a French missionary sent to
bring Christianity to the tribes. (This is taken from the opening of a novel)
1 I awake. A few minutes, maybe, of troubled sleep. My teeth chatter so violently I can taste Ive
bitten my swollen tongue. Spitting red into the snow, I try to rise but my bodys seized. The
oldest Huron, their leader who kept us walking all night around the big lake rather it because of
some ridiculous dream, stands above me with a thorn club. The weight the men give their dreams
5 will be the end of them.
Although I still know a little of their language, I understand the words he whispers and
force myself to roll over when the club sings toward me. The thorns bite into my back and the
bile of curses that pour from my mouth make the Hurons convulse with laughter. I am sorry,
Lord, to use Your name in vain.
10 Theyd all be screaming with glee, pointing and holding their bellies, if we werent being
hunted. With a low sun raising and the air so cold, noise travels. They are clearly fed up with the
young Iroquois girl who never stopped whimpering the entire night. Her face is swollen and,
when I see her lying in the snow, I fear they killed her while I slept.
Not long ago, just before first light, wed all pause to rest, the leader and his handful of
15 hunters stopping as if theyd planned this in advance, the pack of them collapsing against one
another for the heat. They whispered among themselves, and a couple glanced over at me.
Although I couldnt decipher their rushed speech I sensed they talked of leaving me here,
probably with the young girl, who at that moment sat with her back to a birch, staring as if in a
dream. Or maybe they talked of killing us. We had slowed them down all night, and despite
20 trying to walk quietly Id stumbled in the dark through the thick brush and tripped over fallen
trees buried in the snow. At one point I removed my snowshoes because they were so clumsy,
but then sank up to my hips in the next steps, and one of the hunters had to pull me out, biting
me hard on the face once hed accomplished the deed.
Now the snow covering that lake glows the colour of a robins egg as sunlight tries to
25 break through cloud. If I live through this day I will always remember to pay attention to the
tickle of dryness at the back of my throat at this moment, the feeling of a bad headache
coming. Ive just begun to walk to the girl to offer her comfort, if she is still alive, when a dogs
howl breaks the silence, its excitement in picking up our scent making me want to throw up.
Other dogs answer it. I forget how my toes have begun to blacken, that Ive lost so much weight
30 I can barely support my gaunt frame, that my chest has filled with a sickness that has turned
my skin yellow.
I know dogs, though. As in my old world, they are one of the few things in this new one
that brings me comfort. And this packs still a long way away, their voices travelling easily in the
frozen air. When I bend to help the girl up, I see the others have already disappeared into the
35 shadows of trees and thick brush.
My terror of being left behind for those chasing me, who will make sure my death is slow
and painful, is so powerful that I now weigh taking my own life. I know exactly what I must do.
Asking Your divine mercy for this, I will strip naked and walk out onto the lake. I calculate how
long this will take. Its my second winter in the new world, after all, and my first one I witnessed
40 the brutality of death by freezing. The first ten minutes, as the pack races closer and closer,
will certainly be the most excruciating. My skin will at first feel as if its on fire, like Im being
boiled in a pot. Only one thing is more painful than these early minutes of freezing, and its the
thawing out, every tendril of the body screaming for the agony to stop. But I wont have to
worry about that. I will lie on the frozen lake and allow the boiling cold to consume me. After
45 that handful minutes the violent shaking wont even be noticed, but the sharp stabs of pain in
the forehead will come, and they will travel deeper until it feels my brain is being prodded with
fish spines. And when the dogs are within a few minutes reaching me, I will suddenly begin to
feel a warmth creeping. My body will continue its hard seizures, but my toes and fingers and
testicles will stop burning. I will begin to feel a sense of, if not comfort, then relief, and my
50 breathing will be very difficult and this will cause panic but that will slowly harden to resolve.
And when the dogs are on the lake and racing toward me, jaws foaming and teeth bared, I will
know that even this wont hurt anymore, my eyes frozen shut as I slip into a sleep that no one
can awaken from. As the dogs circle me I will try to smile at them, baring my own teeth, too, and
when they begin to eat me I wont feel myself being consumed but will, like You, Christ, give my
55 body so that others might live,
Exam Questions The Orenda
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about the man (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
My terror of being left behind for those chasing me, who will make sure my death is slow and
painful, is so powerful that I now weigh taking my own life. I know exactly what I must do.
Asking Your divine mercy for this, I will strip naked and walk out onto the lake. I calculate how
long this will take. Its my second winter in the new world, after all, and my first one I witnessed
the brutality of death by freezing. The first ten minutes, as the pack races closer and closer,
will certainly be the most excruciating. My skin will at first feel as if its on fire, like Im being
boiled in a pot. Only one thing is more painful than these early minutes of freezing, and its the
thawing out, every tendril of the body screaming for the agony to stop. But I wont have to
worry about that. I will lie on the frozen lake and allow the boiling cold to consume me. After
that handful minutes the violent shaking wont even be noticed, but the sharp stabs of pain in
the forehead will come, and they will travel deeper until it feels my brain is being prodded with
fish spines. And when the dogs are within a few minutes reaching me, I will suddenly begin to
feel a warmth creeping.
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new world. You get a clear sense of the mans fear of this place. It is as if you are there with
the character
Write about your own impressions of the man and the world he finds himself in
Wolf Hall
Hilary Mantell
Tells the story of the rise of Thomas Cromwell a low born man who became one of Henry VIIIs
most important advisors. The story opens with Thomas in childhood.
1 PUTNEY, 1500
So now get up."

Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head
5 turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help him out.
One blow, properly placed, could kill him now.
Blood from the gash on his head which was his fathers first effort is trickling across
his face. Add to this, his left eye is blinded; but if he squints sideways, with his right eye he can
see that the stitching of his fathers boot is unravelling. The twine has sprung clear of the
10 leather, and a hard knot in it has caught his eyebrow and opened another cut.
"So now get up!" Walter is roaring down at him, working out where to kick him next. He lifts his
head an inch or two, and moves forward, on his belly, trying to do it without exposing his hands,
on which Walter enjoys stamping. "What are you, an eel?" his parent asks. He trots backward,
gathers pace, and aims another kick.
15 It knocks the last breath out of him; he thinks it may be his last. His forehead returns to
the ground; he lies waiting, for Walter to jump on him. The dog, Bella, is barking, shut away in an
out house. Ill miss my dog, he thinks. The yard smells of beer and blood. Someone is shouting,
down on the riverbank. Nothing hurts, or perhaps its that everything hurts, because there is no
separate pain that he can pick out. But the cold strikes him, just in one place: just through his
cheekbone as it rests on the cobbles.
20 "Look now, look now," Walter bellows. He hops on one foot, as if hes dancing. "Look what Ive
done. Burst my boot, kicking your head."
Inch by inch. Inch by inch forward. Never mind if he calls you an eel or a worm or a
snake. Head down, dont provoke him. His nose is clotted with blood and he has to open his mouth
to breathe. His fathers momentary distraction at the loss of his good boot allows him the
25 leisure to vomit. "Thats right," Walter yells. "Spew everywhere." Spew everywhere, on my good
cobbles. "Come on, boy, get up. Lets see you get up. By the blood of creeping Christ, stand on
your feet."
Creeping Christ? he thinks. What does he mean? His head turns sideways, his hair rests in
his own vomit, the dog barks, Walter roars, and bells peal out across the water. He feels a
30 sensation of movement, as if the filthy ground has become the Thames. It gives and sways
beneath him; he lets out his breath, one great final gasp. Youve done it this time, a voice tells
Walter. But he closes his ears, or God closes them for him. He is pulled downstream, on a deep
black tide.
35 The next thing he knows, it is almost noon, and he is propped in the doorway of Pegasus the
Flying Horse. His sister Kat is coming from the kitchen with a rack of hot pies in her hands.
When she sees him she almost drops them. Her mouth opens in astonishment. "Look at you!"
"Kat, dont shout, it hurts me."
She bawls for her husband: "Morgan Williams!" She rotates on the spot, eyes wild, face
40 flushed from the ovens heat. "Take this tray, body of God, where are you all?"
He is shivering from head to foot, exactly like Bella did when she fell off the boat that time.
A girl runs in. "The masters gone to town."
"I know that, fool." The sight of her brother had panicked the knowledge out of her. She
thrusts the tray at the girl. "If you leave them where the cats can get at them, Ill box your
45 ears till you see stars." Her hands empty, she clasps them for a moment in violent prayer.
"Fighting again, or was it your father?"
Yes, he says, vigorously nodding, making his nose drop gouts of blood: yes, he indicates
himself, as if to say, Walter was here. Kat calls for a basin, for water, for water in a basin, for a
cloth, for the devil to rise up, right now, and take away Walter his servant. "Sit down before you
50 fall down." He tries to explain that he has just got up. Out of the yard. It could be an hour ago,
it could even be a day, and for all he knows, today might be tomorrow; except that if he had lain
there for a day, surely either Walter would have come and killed him, for being in the way, or
his wounds would have clotted a bit, and by now he would be hurting all over and almost too stiff
to move; from deep experience of Walters fists and boots, he knows that the second day can
55 be worse than the first. "Sit. Dont talk," Kat says.
Exam Questions Wolf Hall
Q1 (AO1)
List four things you learn about the effects of his fathers beating (4 marks)
Q2 (AO2)
of London. The street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the
out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest; and with its freshly painted
shutters, well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly caught and
pleased the eye of the passenger.
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characters it helps you to understand the relationship between the family members. It is as if
you are there with them

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Lord Henry stretched himself out on the divan and laughed.

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So now get up."

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