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Thatcher. She had first studied in a grammar school in Grantham and then to the University of Oxford where she first studied chemistry and was brilliantly successful and for some time after graduation, she worked in the laboratory of Nobel price winner Dorothy Hudgson. The, she decided to change her orientation and took up a post graduate in law at the University of London where she started her involvement in Conservatives politics. She stood for parliament in 1951, but failed. 1955 she tried again

Chapter 1 “What's up, doc ? - She has been strangled” answered the forensic scientist. Margaret's body was lying on the ground. Her arms were unmoving, her denuded legs were inert. It was early in the morning, and I couldn't see anything in the dark, just a blond figure. She has been killed in the night. An anonymous call has averted the police and … I was there. I walked to her dead body and bent down near it. I touched the corpse and felt it frigid. As cold as the death. Her face had

with two men she met in her first day in Africa. She eventually falls in love with the one, Denys Finch-Hatton and goes on safari and whatnot with him. Later, she begins to want more from him than the simple relationship they have and pushes marriage, but Denys still wants his freedom. By the end, she's gained a much better understanding and respect for the African culture than when she came.Denys die in a aeroplane crash and Karen see his farm burn by accident. She was ruin so she had to come back

poor woman's suffering”. He and his wife have four servants. After the presentations of the characters, the situation is given: the Foster have a fly to take, and obviously Mrs Foster “[is] thinking of nothing at all except that she [is] going to miss her plane”. While she is waiting for Mr Foster, this one takes one’s time. Walker, the butler, puts the luggage in the car. Mrs Foster asks him a lot about the time. However, they think during the car trip that the fly will be cancelled because of

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jeune |She can’t be 20 ! : Elle ne peut pas avoir 20 ans ! (C’est impossible !) | |COULD COULDN’T |Capacité, incapacité au passé ou au conditionnel. |Possibilité plus incertaine. | | |If you were older, you could go with me : Si tu étais plus agé, tu pourrais y aller avec moi |She could be the murderer : Il

reference to the celebration of Halloween. Mrs Dunbar also seems very attached to her home, the very home she and her husband struggled to buy! In the second part then, we will see how that particular Halloween night turned to nightmare for Mrs Dunbar. As a matter of fact, after introducing her family, Mrs Dunbar tells her friends and family about what happened on Halloween night. While she was waiting for trick-or-treaters, the narrator got a visit from Khe Sahn, a Vietnamese woman who was Mr

we/ they ask.. ? | | |(don’t +verb) |Do+subject+verb | |She/ he/( it) asks (v+s) | She/ he/( it) does not (doesn’t) ask |Does She/ he/( it) ask… ? | | |(doesn’t+verb) |Does+subject+verb |

the main play. Anne Caillère’s interpretation is also inspired by her visit in the detention centre of Fleury-Mérogis. Confronted to the prisoners she wondered:« comment saisir la parole, comment entrer en contact, par-delà la demande d’augmentation de prescription de méthadone ou de subtex que réclament plusieurs des patients de la journée » ? How does she succeed in understanding prisoner’s voice, the voice of someone who is imprisoned both physically and mentally? The same question seems to emerge

eyes asked me if I knew how to read and write. “Of course,” I said. “What languages?” she asked. When I replied, “ Hebrew, Yiddish, Russian, German and French –and English, as you can seen,” she got very suspicious and asked me what I did for a living. “I write books,” I said. Little did I know that in America no one ever believes this. She looked at me the way one looks at a madman. “What kind of books?” she asked sharply, closing one eye and squinting with the other. “Stories,” I replied pompously