Answer:
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good
Answer:
O C.
Explanation:
I am terrible at explaining it,good luck,i hope im right,and if im wrong,then its OD.
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A) Dr. Jekyll's butler feels strongly that something is wrong and asks for help.
