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Part 1 Directions (1–24): Closely read each of the three passages below. After each passage, there are several multiple-choice questions. Select the best suggested answer to each question and record your answer on the separate answer sheet provided for you. You may use the margins to take notes as you read. Regents Exam in ELA — Jan. ’19[2] Reading Comprehension Passage A ...It was so cold that his first breath turned to iron in his throat, the hairs in his nostrils webbed into instant ice, his eyes stung and watered. In the faint starlight and the bluish luminescence of the snow everything beyond a few yards away swam deceptive and without depth, glimmering with things half seen or imagined. Beside the dead car he stood with his head bent, listening, and there was not a sound. Everything on the planet might have died in the cold. ... But here he stood in light overcoat and thin leather gloves, without overshoes, and his car all but blocked the road, and the door could not be locked, and there was not a possibility that he could carry the heavy cases with him to the next farm or village. He switched on the headlights again and studied the roadside they revealed, and saw a rail fence, with cedars and spruces behind it. When more complex gadgets and more complex cures failed, there was always the lucifer match. 1Ten minutes later he was sitting with the auto robe over his head and shoulders and his back against the plowed snowbank, digging the half melted snow from inside his shoes and gloating over the growing light and warmth of the fire. He had a supply of fence rails good for an hour. In that time, someone would come along and he could get a push or a tow. In this country, in winter, no one ever passed up a stranded motorist. ... Abruptly he did not want to wait in that lonely snow-banked ditch any longer. The sample cases 2could look after themselves, any motorist who passed could take his own chances. He would walk ahead to the nearest help, and if he found himself getting too cold on the way, he could always build another fire. The thought of action cheered him; he admitted to himself that he was all but terrified at the silence and the iron cold. ... Turning with the road, he passed through the stretch of woods and came into the open to see the moon-white, shadow-black buildings of a farm, and the weak bloom of light in a window. ... “Hello?” he said, and knocked again. “Anybody home?” No sound answered him. He saw the moon glint on the great icicles along the eaves. His numb hand ached with the pain of knocking; he pounded with the soft edge of his fist. Answer finally came, not from the door before which he stood, but from the barn, down at the end of a staggered string of attached sheds. A door creaked open against a snowbank and a figure with a lantern appeared, stood for a moment, and came running. The traveler wondered at the way it came, lurching and stumbling in the uneven snow, until it arrived at the porch and he saw that it was a boy of eleven or twelve. The boy set his lantern on the porch; between the upturned collar of his mackinaw 3and the down-pulled stocking cap his face was a pinched whiteness, his eyes enormous. He stared at the traveler until the traveler became aware of the blanket he still held over head and shoulders, and began to laugh. 1 lucifer match — a match that ignites through friction
Part 1 Directions (1–24): Closely read each of the three passages below. After each passage, there are several multiple-choice questions. Select the best suggested answer to each question and record your answer on the separate answer sheet provided for you. You may use the margins to take notes as you read. Regents Exam in ELA — Jan. ’19[2] Reading Comprehension Passage A ...It was so cold that his first breath turned to iron in his throat, the hairs in his nostrils webbed into instant ice, his eyes stung and watered. In the faint starlight and the bluish luminescence of the snow everything beyond a few yards away swam deceptive and without depth, glimmering with things half seen or imagined. Beside the dead car he stood with his head bent, listening, and there was not a sound. Everything on the planet might have died in the cold. ... But here he stood in light overcoat and thin leather gloves, without overshoes, and his car all but blocked the road, and the door could not be locked, and there was not a possibility that he could carry the heavy cases with him to the next farm or village. He switched on the headlights again and studied the roadside they revealed, and saw a rail fence, with cedars and spruces behind it. When more complex gadgets and more complex cures failed, there was always the lucifer match. 1Ten minutes later he was sitting with the auto robe over his head and shoulders and his back against the plowed snowbank, digging the half melted snow from inside his shoes and gloating over the growing light and warmth of the fire. He had a supply of fence rails good for an hour. In that time, someone would come along and he could get a push or a tow. In this country, in winter, no one ever passed up a stranded motorist. ... Abruptly he did not want to wait in that lonely snow-banked ditch any longer. The sample cases 2could look after themselves, any motorist who passed could take his own chances. He would walk ahead to the nearest help, and if he found himself getting too cold on the way, he could always build another fire. The thought of action cheered him; he admitted to himself that he was all but terrified at the silence and the iron cold. ... Turning with the road, he passed through the stretch of woods and came into the open to see the moon-white, shadow-black buildings of a farm, and the weak bloom of light in a window. ... “Hello?” he said, and knocked again. “Anybody home?” No sound answered him. He saw the moon glint on the great icicles along the eaves. His numb hand ached with the pain of knocking; he pounded with the soft edge of his fist. Answer finally came, not from the door before which he stood, but from the barn, down at the end of a staggered string of attached sheds. A door creaked open against a snowbank and a figure with a lantern appeared, stood for a moment, and came running. The traveler wondered at the way it came, lurching and stumbling in the uneven snow, until it arrived at the porch and he saw that it was a boy of eleven or twelve. The boy set his lantern on the porch; between the upturned collar of his mackinaw 3and the down-pulled stocking cap his face was a pinched whiteness, his eyes enormous. He stared at the traveler until the traveler became aware of the blanket he still held over head and shoulders, and began to laugh. 1 lucifer match — a match that ignites through friction 2 sample cases — cases of medicine samples3 mackinaw — type of warm coat 5 10 15 20 25 30 35
Regents Exam in ELA — Jan. ’19[3][OVER] “My car stopped on me, a mile or so up the road,” he said. “I was just hunting a telephone or some place where I could get help.” The boy swallowed, wiped the back of his mitt across his nose. “Grandpa’s sick!” he blurted, and opened the door. ... “He must’ve had a shock,” the boy said. “I came in from chores and he was on the floor.” He stared at the mummy under the quilt, and he swallowed. ... “Why didn’t you go for help?” The boy looked down, ashamed. “It’s near two miles. I was afraid he’d....” “But you left him. You were out in the barn.” “I was hitching up to go,” the boy said. “I’d made up my mind.” The traveler backed away from the stove, his face smarting 4with the heat, his fingers and feet beginning to ache. He looked at the old man and knew that here, as at the car, he was helpless. The boy’s thin anxious face told him how thoroughly his own emergency had been swallowed up in this other one. He had been altered from a man in need of help to one who must give it. Salesman of wonder cures, he must now produce something to calm this over-worried boy, restore a dying man. Rebelliously, victimized by circumstances, he said, “Where were you going for help?” “The Hill place. They’ve got a phone.” “How far are they from a town?” “About five miles.” “Doctor there?” “Yes.” “If I took your horse and—what is it, sleigh?—could someone at the Hills’ bring them back, do you think?” “Cutter. 5One of the Hill boys could, I should say.” “Or would you rather go, while I look after your Grandpa?” “He don’t know you,” the boy said directly. “If he should wake up he might ... wonder ... it might....” The traveler grudgingly gave up the prospect of staying in the warm kitchen while the boy did the work. And he granted that it was extraordinarily sensitive of the boy to know how it might disturb a man to wake from sickness in his own house and stare into the face of an utter stranger. “Yes,” he said. “Well, I could call the doctor from the Hills’. Two miles, did you say?” ... He climbed into the cutter and pulled over his lap the balding buffalo robe he found there; the scallop 6of its felt edges was like a key that fitted a door. The horses breathed jets of steam in the moonlight, restlessly moving, jingling their harness bells, as the moment lengthened itself. The traveler saw how the boy, now that his anxiety was somewhat quieted, now that he had been able to unload part of his burden, watched him with a thousand questions in his face, and he remembered how he himself, thirty years ago, had searched the faces of passing strangers for something he could not name, how he had listened to their steps and seen their shadows lengthen ahead of them down roads that led to unimaginable places, and how he had ached with the desire to know them, who they were. But none of them had looked back at him as he tried now to look at this boy. ...For half a breath he was utterly bewitched, frozen at the heart of some icy dream. Abruptly he slapped the reins across the backs of the horses; the cutter jerked and then slid smoothly out toward the road. The traveler looked back once, to fix forever the picture of himself standing silently watching himself go. As he slid into the road the horses broke into a trot. The icy flow of air locked his throat and made him let go the reins with one hand to pull the hairy, wool-smelling edge of the blanket all but shut across his face. Along a road he had never driven he went swiftly toward an unknown farm and an unknown town, to distribute according to some wise law part of the burden of the boy’s emergency and his own; but he bore 7in his mind, bright as moonlight over snow, a vivid wonder, almost an awe. For from that most chronic and incurable of ills, identity, he had looked outward and for one unmistakable instant recognized himself. Critical cal idea written like 8tg grader me sentence 3 It can be inferred from lines 18 through 22 that the traveler (1) has resolved to move in spite of his fears (2) is sure that someone will come to his rescue (3) is concerned that someone will steal his car (4) has decided to stay to protect his samples 4 In the context of the text as a whole, the “weak bloom of light” (line 24) most likely suggests the (1) probability of danger (2) possibility of assistance (3) chance of companionship (4) likelihood of adventure

Answer 1

Based on the provided passages and the associated questions, here are the suggested answers for the multiple-choice questions:

**Question 3: It can be inferred from lines 18 through 22 that the traveler**
- **(1) has resolved to move in spite of his fears**
- (2) is sure that someone will come to his rescue
- (3) is concerned that someone will steal his car
- (4) has decided to stay to protect his samples

**Suggested Answer:** (1) has resolved to move in spite of his fears.

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**Question 4: In the context of the text as a whole, the “weak bloom of light” (line 24) most likely suggests the**
- (1) probability of danger
- (2) possibility of assistance
- (3) chance of companionship
- **(4) likelihood of adventure**

**Suggested Answer:** (2) possibility of assistance.

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These answers reflect the understanding of the text as presented in the provided excerpts.