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Annoyance: the author is pointing out a likely reason for the "guests" to come

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A connotative meaning refers to a subjunctive meaning, not literal and different from the real meaning of the word, but associated with the context to which it refers, within the text. In the case of the expression "casual acquaintances" presented in the text shown below, we can interpret that this expression shows a connotative meaning of annoyance, where the author shows the presence of uninvited people who did not have the requested presence.

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Which TWO parts of this excerpt reflect Winston Churchill's belief that the Nazis could be overcome only through the collaborati

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The correct answers are (B) <em>The British Empire and the French Republic, linked together in their cause and their need, will defend to the death their native soils, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength, even though a large tract of Europe and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of Nazi rule.</em> and (C) <em>We shall not flag nor fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France and on the seas and oceans; we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air</em>. In both of these extracts, Churchill explains how the combined power resulting from the collaboration with their allies like France could channel the ultimate victory over the threat to freedom that the Gestapo and the Nazis represented.

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