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(C) her grief was too intense for her to bear
(D) the physical exertion of climbing stairs
caused a heart attack
(E) a chronic heart condition finally caused
her heart to stop beating
43. The author suggests that an attempt to exer-
cise control over the will of another person is
(A) acceptable provided that the person has
good intentions
(B) acceptable regardless of the person’s
intentions
(C) unacceptable only if the person has evil
intentions
(D) unacceptable regardless of the person’s
intentions
(E) morally neutral, that is, neither good
nor bad
44. As Mrs. Mallard stands at the window, the fact
that her eyes are fixed on a faraway patch of
blue sky suggests that she is
(A) thinking of the memory of her late husband
(B) remembering the happy times she shared
with her husband
(C) anticipating a future without her husband
(D) planning the funeral arrangements
(E) wondering about the value of her
husband’s estate
45. The open window (line 14) suggests
(A) Mrs. Mallard’s devotion to her husband
(B) Mr. Mallard’s open coffin
(C) Mrs. Mallard’s new freedom
(D) a window in a railway carriage
(E) the front door of the house
Questions 46–53
War Is Kind
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them,
Great is the battle god, great, and his kingdom
A field where a thousand corpses lie.
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
Swift blazing flag of the regiment,
Eagle with crest of red and gold,
These men were born to drill and die.
Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the excellence of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
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