Part B In the following article some paragraphs have been
removed. For Questions 66 ～ 70, choose the most suitable paragraph from the list
A - F to fit into each of the numbered gaps. There is one paragraph which does
not fit in any of the gaps. Mark your answers on ANSWER SHEET 1.
It was a cold day. I sat in my room writing letters. I glanced
out of the window. In the window directly opposite me stood Herr Stroh, gazing
blatantly upon me. I was annoyed at his interest. I pulled down the blind and
switched on the light to continue my writing. But the drawn blind and the
artificial light irritated me, and suddenly I didn’t see why I should’t write my
let- tees by daylight without being stared at. I switched off the light and
released the blind. Herr Stroh had gone. I concluded that he had taken my action
as a signal of disapproval, and I settled back to write. 66. ______
I left my room and went down to complain to Frau Lublonitsch.
"She’s gone to the market," Gertha said. "She’s 11 be back in half an
hour." 67. ______ "I shah tell Fran Chef, "she
said. Something in her manner made me ask, "Has this ever
happened before" "Once or twice this year, "she said." I’ll
speak to Frau Chef. "And she added, with her music-hall grimace, "He was
probably counting your eyelashes." 68. ______ For nearly an
hour I sat patiently at the window. Herr Sroh rested his arm now and again, but
he did not leave his seat. I could see him clearly, although I think I imagined
the grin on his face as, from time to time, he raised the glasses to his eyes.
There was no doubt that he could see, as if it were within an inch of his face,
the fury on mine. It was too late now for one of us to give in, and I kept
glancing down at the entrances to the hotel Stroh, expecting to see Fran
Lublonitsch or perhaps one of her sons or the yard hands going across to deliver
a protest. But no one from our de approached the Stroh premises. I continue to
stare, and Herr continued to goggle through his glasses. Then he
dropped them. It was as if they had been jerked out of his hands by an invisible
nudge. He approached close to the window and gazed, but now he was gazing at a
point above and slightly to the left of my room. After about two minutes, he
turned and disappeared. 69. ______ "Did she telephone to his
house" "No, Frau Chef doesn’t use the phone; it mixes her
up." "Who protested, then.’" "Fran
Chef." "But she hasn’t been across to see him. I’ve been
watching the house." "No, Frau Chef doesn’t visit with him. But
don’t worry, he known all right that he mustn’t annoy our guests. ’
When I looked out of the window again, I saw that the blind of Herr
Stroh’s room had been pulled down, and so it remainded for the rest of my
stay. Meantime, I went out to post my letters in the box
opposite our hotel, across the path. The sun had come out more strongly, and
Herr Stroh stood in his doorway blinking up at the roof of the Guesthouse
Lublonitsch. He was engrossed, he did not notice me at all. 70.
______ Like most of the roofs in that province, the Lublonitsch
roof had a railed ledge running several inches above the eaves, for the purpose
of preventing the snow from falling in heavy thumps during the winter. On this
ledge, just below an attic window, stood the gold-and-rose ormolu clock that I
had seen in Frau Lublonitsch’s splendid bedroom. I turned the
corner just as Herr Stroh gave up his gazing; he went indoors, sullen and bent.
Two ear-loads of people who had moved into the hotel that morning were now
moving out, shifting their baggage with speed and the signs of a glad departure.
I know that his house was nearly empty. A. I didn’t want to
draw his attention by following the line of his gaze but I was curious as to
what held him staring so trance-like up at our roof. On my way back from the
post- box I saw what it was. B. I caught sight of a tiled stove
contructed of mosaic files that were not a local type. I also noticed, standing
upon the cabinet, a large ornamental clock; each curve and twirl in the case of
this clock was overlaid with that gilded-bronze alloy which is known as ormolu.
The clock twinkled in the sunlight which slanted between the window
hangings. C. I looked up a few moments later, and this
time Herr Stroh was seated on a chair a little way back from the window. He was
facing me squarely and holding to his eyes a pair of field-glasses.
D. I returned to my room. Herr Stroh still sat in position, the
field-glasses in his hands resting on his knees. As soon as I came within view,
he raised the glasses to his eyes, I decided to stare him out until such time as
Frau Lublonitsch should return and take the matter in hand.
E. Just then Gertha knocked at my door. "Frau Chef has protested, and you
won’t have any more trouble, "she said. F. So I lodged my
complaint with Gertha.