Answer:
I believe the phrase that best reflects the excerpt's passionate tone is:
“enforce her tyranny”
Explanation:
The author is exposing how Britain has oppressed the colonists. However, he does so in a passionate way, which is conveyed by his tone.<u> Tone is how an author approaches a topic, his attitude towards what is being discussed, and it is conveyed through word choice.</u> Therefore,<u> when the author says "her tyranny," he is using a strong word that helps convey the way he feels. It wouldn't have been the same if he had said, for instance, "her power". Power can be used for good as well as for bad. Tyranny already conveys the idea that absolute power is being used for bad, that oppression and repression are constant, that cruelty is being employed.</u>
Answer:
The type of context clue in the sentence that can be used to determined the meaning of guile is:
D. an inference.
Explanation:
Context clues are hints we can find in a sentence or in a passage that help us understand the meaning of an unfamiliar word. In the sentence we are analyzing here, there are no definitions, synonyms, or antonyms to be found whatsoever. The only thing we can do is infer the meaning of guile, and that can easily be done by taking the first part of the sentence into consideration.
<u>The speaker tells us that Andrea's opponent was honest. Then, the speaker connects this part of the sentence to next one by using the conjunction "but", which expresses a contrast. That means: if the opponent was honest but Andrea used her guile, guile is the opposite of honesty. And that inference would be right! As a matter of fact, guile means cunning or sly intelligence.</u>
I gazed out into the icy world, the ocean of ice I knew I needed to cross. I could see the last flickering light of civilization, the fires burning bright in the homes. I shivered, I needed to get there soon, or else I might just freeze to death. I still remember when the first snow came. me and my family, in California, thought it was a miracle, little did we know it was a curse. when the snow didn't let up, my father got out the generator. he huddled me and my mother in blankets, taking only one for himself. about a week later, I awoke to my father's cold hand on mine. his blood had frozen inside him. me and my mother cried ourselves to sleep that night. soon we were out of food. we needed to leave. we started to walk, taking all of our belongings with us. we joined a small group of people heading for the last of civilization. one by one, they all died, either frozen or picked off by the animals. eventually, I was the last one. on some days, I thought it would be better to just kneel over and die. but I made it. I'm alive, and soon I will be home.
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not knowing how to answer. Not understanding the topic and questions and needing help. ALSO STRESS!!!!
