Passage Two I was walking along the main street of a small seaside town in the north of England lookingforsomewhere to make a phone call My car had broken down outside the town and I wanted to contact the AA Low greyclouds were gathering across the sky and there was a cold damp wind blowing off the sea which nearly threw me off my feetevery time I crossed one of the side streets It had rained in the night and water was dripping from the bare trees that linedthe street I was glad that I was wearing a thick coat There was no sign of a call box , nor was there anyone at that earlyhour whom I could ask I had thought I might find a shop open selling the Sunday papers or a milkman doing his rounds ,but the town was completely dead The only living thing I saw was a thin frightened cat outside a small restaurant Thesuddenly I found what I was looking for There was a small post office , and almost hidden from sight in a dark narrowstreet Next to it was the towns only public call box , which badly nee ded a coat of paint I hurried forward , but stopped inastonishment when I saw through the dirty glass that there was a man inside He was fat, and was wearing a cheap blueplastic raincoat I could not see his face and he did not even raise his head at the sound of my footsteps Discreetly(谨慎地),I remained standing a few feet away and lit a cigarette to wait my turm It was when I threw the dead match on the groundthat I noticed something bright trickling from under the call box door1、 At what time was the story set

A good friend of mine from I was born showed up at my home right before I left for Beijing．

While I was in the university, I learned taking a photo,（）is very useful now for me.

I hope my boy friend will be handsome, strong and ______ kind.

---（）is your girl friend like? ----She is very kind and good-looking

My friend helped me（）my cat when I was on vacation with my wife

The exciting work was good for me as it got my blood__________ agreeably through my veins.

My friend _____ me. I have to leave now.

My friend showed me round the town, was very kind of him.

DWhen I was twelve years old, my family were the first black people to move into an all white part of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Many of our new neighbors weren’t very welcoming. Some of them said angrily that we should return to where we came from. The children sometimes threw stones at me or drove me home from school.Most of my teachers simply took no notice of me, but not Dorothy Bean, my history teacher. Miss Bean was angry at how badly I was being treated, but she didn’t say this to me. Miss Bean showed her respect for me by teaching me just like anyone else. Instead of being unnoticed, I was given a chance to show that I was clever. Miss Bean was the first teacher who ever made me think for myself. She always wanted to know what I thought about difficult questions. Was Thomas Jefferson right to buy Louisiana from France? Why? She expected me to have my own idea. Miss Bean was teaching me that thinking for oneself was the real key to education.One day, when I was not paying attention in class, Miss Bean suddenly threw an eraser at me. The eraser hit me right on the hand and sent my pencil flying. The whole class were very surprised at first, then started laughing. This event became famous in the school and, because it happened to me, the students wanted to get to know me. So that’s the story of how Dorothy Bean made me her target（靶子）, and how I became just another kid in school.51. The author and his family were not welcomed by the local people because ________.

A good friend of mine from ______ I was born showed up at my home right before I left for Beijing.