[单项选择]I blamed him so angrily for his mistakes, but I______ it like that.

[单项选择]I forgot （　） a letter to him, so I wrote to him just now.
A. writing
B. having wrote
C. to have written
D. to write

[单选题]_______ radar vectoring of an aircraft, the radar controller should inform the pilot that he should resume his own navigation, giving him his position and appropriate instructions.
A.In terminating
B.To provide
C.To commence
D.To determine

[填空题]His English teacher helped him with his English.
His English teacher helped him ______.

[单项选择]The chances of finding him were so ______ that they gave up the search.
A. remote
B. abnormal
C. negative
D. invisible

[单选题]_______ radar service,the radar controller should inform the pilot that he should resume normal navigation, and give him his position and appropriate instructions.
A.When terminating
B.When providing
C.To determine
D.To exercise

[单项选择]His mother ______ him in his room for failing to do his homework.


A. restricted
B. confined
C. controlled
D. restrained

[单项选择]The accident （） him of his sight and the use of his legs.
A. excluded
B. disabled
C. deprived
D. gripped

[单项选择]I was ______ the point of telephoning him when his letter arrived.
A. to
B. on
C. at
D. in

[单项选择]His parents called him Thomas______his grandfather, Thomas Jenkins.


A. after
B. like
C. as
D. by

[单选题] What do you think （）（）him change his mind?
A. to make
B. made
C. make
D. making

[单项选择]The doctor warned him that his __________ chest pain might turn chronic if not treated in time.


A. perpetual
B. persistent
C. eternal
D. periodic

[单项选择]His wealth enabled him to ______ his passionate interest in art.


A. devote
B. engage
C. pursue
D. register

[单项选择]His wealth enabled him to______ his passionate interest in art.


A. devote
B. engage
C. pursue
D. register

[单项选择]I remember meeting him one evening with his pushcart. I had managed to sell all my papers and was coming home in the snow. It was that strange hour in downtown New York when the workers were pouring homeward in the twilight. I marched among thousands of tired men and women whom the factory whistles had unyoked. They flowed in rivers through the clothing factory districts, then down along the avenues to the East Side. I met my father near Cooper Union. I recognized him, a hunched, frozen figure in an old overcoat standing by a banana cart. He looked so lonely; the tears came to my eyes. Then he saw me, and his face lit with his sad, beautiful smile — Charlie Chaplin"s smile. "Arch, it"s Mikey," he said. "So you have sold your papers! Come and eat a banana." He offered me one. I refused it. I felt it crucial that my father sell his bananas, not give them away. He thought I was shy, and coaxed and joked with me, and made me eat the banana. It smelled of wet straw and snow. "You haven"t sold many bananas today, pop," I said anxiously. He shrugged his shoulders. "What can I do No one seems to want them." It was true. The work crowds pushed home morosely over the pavements. The rusty sky darkened over New York building, the tall street lamps were lit, innumerable trucks, street cars and elevated trains clattered by. Nobody and nothing in the great city stopped for my father"s bananas. "I ought to yell," said my father dolefully. "I ought to make a big noise like other peddlers, but it makes my throat sore. Anyway, I"m ashamed of yelling, it makes me feel like a fool." I had eaten one of his bananas. My sick conscience told me that I ought to pay for it somehow. I must remain here and help my father. "I"ll yell for you, pop," I volunteered. "Arch, no," he said, "go home; you have worked enough today. Just tell momma I"ll be late." But I yelled and yelled. My father, standing by, spoke occasional words of praise, and said I was a wonderful yeller. Nobody else paid attention. The workers drifted past us wearily, endlessly; a defeated army wrapped in dreams of home. Elevated trains crashed; the Cooper Union clock burned above us; the sky grew black, the wind poured, the slush burned through our shoes. There were thousands of strange, silent figures pouring over the sidewalks in snow. None ot them stopped to buy bananas. I yelled and yelled, nobody listened. My father tried to stop me at last. "Nu," he said smiling to console me, "that was wonderful yelling. Mikey. But it"s plain we are unlucky today! Let"s go home." I was frantic, and almost in tears. I insisted on keeping up my desperate yells. But at last my father persuaded me to leave with him.Which of the following in the first paragraph does NOT indicated crowds of people
A. Thousands of.
B. Flowed.
C. Pouring.
D. Unyoked.