Grade 14 SBA ASSESSMENT
CONTEXT CLUES* MAIN THOUGHT LITERARY ELEMENTS*
by Morley Callaghan
you IT WAS in the book counter-top in the department store that Ruben Harcourt, the student, caught a glimpse of his daddy. At first he could not make certain in the audience that moved along the section, but there was something about the colour of the back of the elderly mans neck, something about the faded felt loath, that he knew very well. Harcourt was standing with the girl this individual loved, investing in a book on her behalf. All afternoon he had been talking to her, eagerly, good results . an troubled diffidence, like there still remained in him an innocent wonder that she should be delighted to be with him. From below her wide-brimmed straw loath, her deal with, so good and attractively strong having its expression of cool self-reliance, kept turning up to him and sometimes smiled at what he stated. That was the way that they always talked, never daring to show much full, strong feeling. Harcourt had merely bought the book, and had reached in to his pocket sized for the money using a free, all set gesture for making it look that having been accustomed to shopping for books intended for young ladies, if the white-haired guy in the pale felt head wear, at the other end of the counter-top, turned half-toward him, and Harcourt knew he was standing only a few ft away from his father. 2 The young man's convenient words trailed away fantastic voice started to be little more when compared to a whisper, as if he had been afraid that everyone looking might understand it. There was rising in him a dreadful uneasiness; something very precious that he wished to hold looked like close to break down. His dad, standing towards the end of the bargain counter, was planted straight on his two feet, turning a book above thoughtfully in the hands. In that case he got out his glasses from an old, worn leather case and modified them on the end of his nose, seeking down more than them with the book. His coat was thrown available, two control keys on his vest were undone, his frizzy hair was very long, and in his rather cheap clothes this individual looked similar to a workingman, a father perhaps. Such a resentment rose in young Harcourt that he wanted to cry out bitterly, " How come he costume as if he never owned or operated a decent go well with in his life? He will not care the actual whole universe thinks of him. He never did. We have told him a hundred instances he need to wear his good garments when he fades. Mother's advised him the same thing. He only laughs. And now Grace could see him. Elegance will meet up with him. вЂќ 3 Thus young Harcourt stood nonetheless, with his mind down, feeling that a thing very unpleasant was approaching. Once he looked anxiously at Style, who had took on the great buy counter. Among those people drifting aimlessly by with hot red encounters, getting in every other's approach, using their hand but keeping their confronts detached and wooden, your woman looked high and splendidly alone. Your woman was thus sure of himself, her relation to the people in the aisles, the clerks at the rear of the desks, the books on the shelves, and everything around her. Still keeping his head straight down and moving close, he whispered uneasily, " Discussing go and possess tea someplace, Grace. вЂќ 4 your five 6 several 8 9 " In a minute, special, вЂќ she said. " Let's get now. вЂќ " Rapidly when compared with13623 minute, special, вЂќ your woman repeated absently. " Will be certainly not a inhale of surroundings in here. Let's get now. вЂќ " What makes you thus impatient? вЂќ " Irritating but older books upon that countertop. вЂќ
twelve " There may be something right here I've wanted all my your life, вЂќ the girl said, smiling at him brightly and not noticing the uneasiness in the face. 14 So Harcourt had to move slowly in back of her, having closer to his father at all times. He can feel the space that segregated them narrowing. Once he looked up which has a vague, sidelong glance. Yet his father, red-faced and happy, was still being reading the book, but now there was a meditative manifestation on his encounter, as if a thing in the book had stirred him and this individual intended to stay there reading for some time. 12 Old Harcourt had a lot of time to amuse himself, as they was on the pension following working hard all his life....