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No, Okeke, listen to me. I don’t want to live, you hear? Now that I have seen you I am happy. Go, and leave me in peace.’ From September 2022, digital versions of our current poetry collection for Love and Relationships (8702/B/1) and Power and Conflict (8702/B/2), and also our new poetry cluster World and Lives (8702/B/3) are available on Centre Services. You can teach Worlds and Lives(8702/B/3) from 2023 onwards and the first exam will be in 2025.
The drama began at around 1am British time when Mr Brooks, 42, and 40-year-old Mr Smith, also known as Q, ditched into the sea 100 miles off Antarctica, about 36 miles north of Smith Island, and scrambled into their liferaft. The Arabian Nights' (sometimes called 'The Thousand and One Nights') is the most famous collection of stories in the world. It was originally written in Arabic over a thousand years ago. 'King Schahriar and his brother' begins the cycle of stories and sets the scene for the rest. She was not convinced. ‘No. …There’s nothing so humiliating as to look poor when you’re with women who are rich.’Mother lost her temper. “You let him sleep where he likes. You needn’t risk his life again. …” Father mumbled as he went in to change: “All right, molly-coddle and 120 spoil him as much as you like. Only don’t blame me afterwards. …” Yes. And you never noticed the difference, did you? They were exactly alike.’ And she smiled a proud, innocent smile.
Instead of being delighted as her husband had hoped, she tossed the invitation peevishly onto the table and muttered: ‘What earthly use is that to me?’ Swami’s father sat gloomily gazing at the newspaper on his lap. Swami rose silently and tiptoed away to his bed in the passage. Granny was sitting up in her bed, and remarked, “Boy, are you already feeling sleepy? Don’t you want a story?” Swami made wild gesticulations to silence his granny, but that good lady saw nothing. So Swami threw himself on his bed and pulled the blanket over his face. 40When she was gone, there were only the small hours of the night to go through. André was lying on the straw, the soft bloom of his cheek laid, uncaring, in the dung. Jacob’s limbs were intertwined with his for warmth. In a shop in the Palais Royal they found a diamond collar which they thought was identical to the one they were looking for. It cost forty thousand francs. The jeweller 170 was prepared to let them have it for thirty-six. Scheherazade did not answer her sister, but turned to the Sultan. “Will your highness 100 permit me to do as my sister asks?” said she.
Explorers, or boys messing about? Either way, taxpayer gets rescue bill Adapted from an article published in The Guardian newspaper, Tuesday January 28 2003 War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy from Standing Female Nude, published by Anvil Press Poetry in 1985One Sunday, needing a break from her heavy working week, she went out for a stroll on the Champs-Elysées*. Suddenly she caught sight of a woman pushing a child in a pram. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, and still attractive. 220 Beyond the Sky and the Earth: A Journey in to Bhutan (The Road Home) Rose Tremain Jun 2018R, Jun 2021 It would be an excellent thing to do,” returned the grand-vizir, “but how do you propose to accomplish it?” The Last Night (from Charlotte Gray) André and his brother Jacob are two orphaned boys in France in the 1940s. They are waiting to be taken to a concentration camp. Adeline, didn’t you hear me call you? Hurry up downstairs! Your chauffeur is waiting to take you home!’
When I was twelve I started at the secondary school in the town a few miles away. During term-time I stayed with my uncle, returning to the village only during the vacations. Veronica and I remained friendly, and she was always pleased to see me, and when we could we snatched time together by the stream and she asked me endless questions about my school and the town and what I was going to be when I grew up. But for all the misery of her own life she never seemed to envy me mine. From A Game of Polo with a Headless Goat Emma Levine travelled throughout Asia researching and filming unusual sports. In this passage she writes about a donkey race in Karachi. My father,” answered Scheherazade, “it is you who have to provide the Sultan daily with a fresh wife, and I implore you, by all the affection you bear me, to allow the honour to fall upon me.”I climbed the mast on Christmas Eve, and though I had time to get ready, it was the hardest climb to date. I had worked through the night preparing for it, making sure I had all the tools, mouse lines* and bits I might need, and had agonized for hours over how I should prepare the halyard* so that it would stream out easily below me and not get caught as I climbed. She replied: ‘It vexes me that I haven’t got a single piece of jewellery, not one stone, that I can put on. I’ll look like a church mouse. I’d almost as soon not go to the reception.’ An hour before daybreak Dinarzade awoke, and exclaimed, as she had promised, “My dear sister, if you are not asleep, tell me I pray you, before the sun rises, one of your charming stories. It is the last time that I shall have the pleasure of hearing you.” Students following Route 2 (Edexcel-approved teaching institutions only) will need to produce a coursework assignment responding to a piece, or pieces, from Section B of this anthology. To prepare for this they should study all the texts in Section B.
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