Make Your Way 7, Schulbuch mit Audio-CD und CD-ROM

Reading Read the text below, then choose the correct answer (A, B, C or D) for questions 1–6. Put a in the correct box. The first one (0) has been done for you. 11 Morning in Whitby Whitby mornings are a constant. Each one begins with the shriek of gulls and the return of shing boats to the harbour, followed by the auction of the catch on the quayside. Today was no exception. e hours moved slowly on. Bed-and-Breakfasts sizzled with eggs and bacon whilst shopkeepers li ed shutters to await the rst customers of the day. Gradually the tra c on the small road increased and the autumn holidaymakers braved the keen wind, mu ed in anoraks and tightly wound scarves. With a gentle shudder, the morning train slid into the town. Out poured the children commuting to school from Ruswarp and Sleights. Along the platform they jostled one another, tugging at bags and hoods. A er the children had barged and hurried out of the train the other passengers alighted and set o towards the barrier. ere were those late for work, several day trippers, a well-groomed young woman carrying a briefcase, a pair of walkers who staggered under the weight of their rucksacks, grumbling at one another for forgetting something vital, and lastly, a short, plump woman carrying a large sketchpad. is colourful stampede surged away from the train, eager to be out of the con nes of the station. But no, not all hurried down the platform; there, in one of the carriages, a single gure remained. With deliberate slowness the man collected his luggage together; one battered suitcase and a small travelling bag. He stepped from the train and the morning sun fell upon his face. He was a dark-haired man with a wiry unkempt beard. He wore no overcoat and the elbows of his short tweed jacket had been patched with ovals of brown leather but one of these now wagged like a rude tongue. On most people, this, combined with the slightly old-fashioned shirt, the collar of which was frayed and rather grubby, would have aroused feelings of sympathy or good-natured humour – but not on this particular gentleman; no-one would have dared to laugh at him. Casually he put down his luggage and gazed a er the last of his fellow passengers as they struggled to leave the station. ose deep eyes roamed from one person to another until at last they came to rest on the retreating gure of the smart young woman with the briefcase. Emma Hitchen, late for her job at the solicitor’s o ce, shivered unconsciously, with a feeling that was more than mere cold. All thought of the apology that she was carefully constructing for that miserable old Mr Hardcorn and his sour-faced son ew from her mind. At her shoulder blades that chill came stabbing in, tugging and searching. Curious she turned her head and caught sight of the bearded man standing by the train. A look of amusement formed on her lips, but this quickly melted. ere was something unusual about the man – he was by no stretch of the imagination handsome, but he possessed a certain powerful charm and she found herself holding her breath under his powerful gaze. ose impenetrable shadows beneath his brows beat out at her and the colour rose in her cheeks. Her lips curled into a smile and the blood thumped in her temples. e man returned the smile, then followed it up with a polite and formal bow. But all the time his eyes held her prisoner. For a few moments more he kept her bound to him and then she was released. Emma reeled backwards as he dismissed her and the chains of his will le her. Flustered and sweating, she clutched at the collar of her blouse, then with one nal, fearful glance at the stranger, she ed from the station. 140 Nur zu Prüfzwecken – Eigentum des Verlags öbv