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Thinking About the Text Given Below Are Some Emotions that Kezia Felt. Match the Emotions in Column a Withthe Items in Column B. 1. Fear Or Terror(I) Father Comes into Her Room to Give Her Agoodbye - English (Moments)

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Thinking about the Text
 Given below are some emotions that Kezia felt. Match the emotions in Column A with
the items in Column B.

A B
1. Fear or terror (i) Father comes into her room to give her a
goodbye kiss
2. glad sense of relief (ii) Noise of the carriage grows fainter
3. a “funny” feeling, perhaps of
understanding
(iii) Father comes home
  (iv) Speaking to father
  (v) Going to bed when alone at home
  (vi) Father comforts her and falls asleep
  (vii) Father stretched out on the safa. snoring

उत्तर

A

B

1. Fear or terror

(iii) Father comes home
(iv) Speaking to father
(v) Going to bed when alone at home
(vii) Father stretched out on the safa. snoring

2. glad sense of relief (i) Father comes into her room to give her a
goodbye kiss
(ii) Noise of the carriage grows fainter
3. a “funny” feeling, perhaps of
understanding
(vi) Father comforts her and falls asleep
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अध्याय 3.1: The Little Girl - Thinking about the Text [पृष्ठ ३८]

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अध्याय 3.1 The Little Girl
Thinking about the Text | Q 1 | पृष्ठ ३८

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