1.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

The water around the lighthouse got lit up because

the night was in the twilight zone
the keeper had started his job
the Sun had set
the lighthouse was casting its bright rays

2.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

________ had made a rainbow around the Moon.

Rising sea tide
Transparent haze
Rays from the lighthouse
Tropical climate

3.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

The lighthouse keeper's mind was under pressure, because

his job was quite easy
there was regularity in his movements
there were only 400 steps to the top
he felt like a hunted beast

4.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

The ship of his life was hit by a storm

and it reached the port in a damaged condition
yet it kept on sailing on the sea
and it went down to the bottom of the sea
yet it reached the harbour safely

5.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

"He was in truth like a ship."

The figure of speech used in the above sentence is

a metaphor
personification
a hyperbole
a simile

6.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

"...a day of sunshine was followed by a night..."

When the voice in the above sentence is changed, it becomes

A night is followed by a day of sunshine
A night followed a day of sunshine
A night followed the sunny day
The night follows the sunny day

7.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

The antonym of 'narrow' is

deep
steep
wide
broad

8.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

"The night was perfectly calm."

The word 'perfectly' is a/an

verb
adjective
adverb
noun

9.

Read the passage and answer the following question.

When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.

The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.

The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.

Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.

The word 'illuminated' means