Q: CHAPTER II

THE CHURCH PARADE

It was raining hard when I climbed into the dog-cart and rattled away into the darkness, while somewhat to my surprise Robert the Devil, or Devilish Bob, as those who had the care of him called the bay horse, played no antics on the outward journey, which was safely accomplished. So leaving him at the venerable "Swan," I hurried through the miry streets toward the church. They were thronged with pale-faced men and women who had sweated out their vigor in the glare of red furnace, dye-shop, and humming mill, but there was no lack of enthusiasm. I do not think there are any cities in the world with the same public spirit and pride in local customs that one may find in the grimy towns of Lancashire. The enthusiasm is, however, part of their inhabitants' nature, and has nothing to do with the dismal surroundings.

A haze of smoke had mingled with the rain; yellow gas jets blinked through it, though it would not be dark for an hour or so yet; and the grim, smoke-blackened houses seemed trickling with water. Still every one laughed and chattered with good-humored expectancy, even the many who had no umbrellas. It was hard work to reach the church, though I opined that all the multitude did not intend to venture within, and when once I saw my uncle with a wand in his hand I carefully avoided him. Martin Lorimer was a power and well liked in that town, but I had not driven ten miles to assist him. Then I waited among the jostling crowd in a fever of impatience, wondering whether Miss Carrington had yet gone in, until at last I saw the Colonel marching through the throng, which--and knowing the temperament of our people I wondered at it--made way for him. There were others of the party behind, and my heart leaped at the sight of Grace. She was walking beside Captain Ormond, who smiled down at her.

1. no
2. no
3. Robert the Devil
4. Devilish Bob
5. pale
6. no
7. church
8. church
9. no
10. no
11. rain
12. no
13. yes
14. good-humored
15. no
16. no
17. uncle
18. no
19. Miss Carrington
20. Colonel

Numbered questions:
1. Does this town have a cheerful appearance?
2. Does that make the inhabitants unhappy?
3. Who is pulling the cart?
4. Does he have another name?
5. What color is he?
6. Does he act devilish on the trip out?
7. Where doe the narrator drop him off?
8. Where does the narrator continue to after dropping him off at the Swan?
9. Does he proceed slowly?
10. Are the streets clean and dry?
11. What's the weather like?
12. Is the precipitation light?
13. Are there lots of folks in the street when he arrives at his destination?
14. What is their mood?
15. Are they all protected from the downpour?
16. Are they all planning to go into the building?
17. Who does the narrator see?
18. Does he greet him?
19. Who is he looking for?
20. Who does the crowd move aside for?

Q: Richard Ben Cramer, the Pulitzer Prize-winning writer whose 1992 book "What It Takes" remains one of the most detailed and passionate of all presidential campaign chronicles, died Monday night, according to his longtime agent, Philippa "Flip" Brophy. He was 62.

The cause of death was lung cancer.

Cramer's work -- and work ethic -- was legendary among reporters. He talked in firm, declamatory bursts in a growl of a voice tinged with cigars and alcohol. He was generous with other writers, dogged in his pursuit of information, and known for idiosyncratically "doing things in his own way, on his own schedule," recalled Brophy.

"He was stubborn, charming and the most brilliant person I knew -- and the warmest," she said.

"He was an unmatched talent who set an enormously high bar for political journalism. I will miss him," said Vice President Joe Biden in a statement. Biden and Cramer became friendly when the author was working on "What It Takes."

CNN senior political analyst Gloria Borger, echoing many, attests to his generosity. She was a cub reporter for the old Washington Star when she was assigned to the Maryland statehouse beat. Cramer, then with The (Baltimore) Sun, took her under his wing.

"I was this new kid on the block, and he'd been around and knew Maryland politics very well, and he was smart and a brilliant writer -- and kind to a new reporter on the beat," she said.

Cramer put all his fury, emotion and eye for detail on the page in such works as "Joe DiMaggio: A Hero's Life" (2000), "How Israel Lost" (2004) and especially "What It Takes," a 1,047-page account of the 1988 presidential race.

1. Richard Ben Cramer
2. lung cancer
3. Yes
4. Charming and warm
5. writer
6. Joe Biden
7. Pulitzer Prize
8. What It Takes
9. 1992
10. Yes
11. "Joe DiMaggio: A Hero's Life"

Numbered questions:
1. Who died?
2. How did he die?
3. Was he well liked?
4. How was he described?
5. What was his profession?
6. Who were his friends?
7. What kind of achievements did Cramer have?
8. What was it for?
9. When was that from?
10. Did he have any other books?
11. What other books did he write?

Q: CHAPTER IV.

Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.

While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.

"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"

Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.

"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.

"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."

"Well?"

"It was the face of my dead wife."

"Your dead wife!"

"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin."

1. Signor Andrea D'Arbino
2. Count Fabio d'Ascoli
3. in the palace
4. the corridor leading to the ballroom
5. yes
6. lying on the floor
7. in the antechamber
8. the marquis's valet
9. assisting the Cavaliere Finello
10. to an open window

Numbered questions:
1. Who was searching in vain?
2. Who was he searching for?
3. Where was he searching?
4. Where did he try last?
5. Did he find him there?
6. What was he doing?
7. Who did D'Arbino go to seek help?
8. Did he find anyone there?
9. What was he doing?
10. Where did they carry Fabio to?