Retell the story in detail.

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Read the beginning of the summary and finish it in writing.

Answer the following questions.

a). What did the story-teller see in his bad dream first? b). How did the dream change then? c). What was the Sunday drive to Sussex like? d). Was the place the story-teller arrived at unfamiliar for him? Was he glad to find himself in the room in the tower? Why? e). Why did the story-teller decide to move the picture of Mrs. Stone outside the room? f). Was it easy to take the portrait from the room? Did anything strange happen then? g). What happened in the garden after dinner? h). What was the story-teller's nightmare about? i). Did the story-teller's friend believe his story? j). Is John Clinton a good person or a bad person? Is it strange that he did not know about the story of Mrs. Stone? Is the story-teller right to trust him? k). What was the story of Mrs. Stones ghost? l). What was the most frightening moment in the story?

‘The Room in the Tower' by Edward Benson tells the story of a young man who has a terrifying recurring dream about a room in a house. In his dream …

8. Try your hand at translating.

This is an extract from the original story ‘The room in the tower' without adaptation. Give it a good written translation. Name details which were cut off from the original story.

‘It was when I was about sixteen that a certain dream first came to me, and this is how it befell. It opened with my being set down at the door of a big red-brick house, where, I understood, I was going to stay. The servant who opened the door told me that tea was being served in the garden, and led me through a low dark-panelled hall, with a large open fireplace, on to a cheerful green lawn set round with flower beds. There were grouped about the tea-table a small party of people, but they were all strangers to me except one, who was a school fellow called Jack Stone, clearly the son of the house, and he introduced me to his mother and father and a couple of sisters. I was, I remember, somewhat astonished to find myself here, for the boy in question was scarcely known to me, and I rather disliked what I knew of him; moreover, he had left school nearly a year before. The afternoon was very hot, and an intolerable oppression reigned. On the far side of the lawn ran a red-brick wall, with an iron gate in its center, outside which stood a walnut tree. We sat in the shadow of the house opposite a row of long windows, inside which I could see a table with cloth laid, glimmering with glass and silver. This garden in front of the house was very long, and at one end of it stood a tower of three stories, which looked to me much older than the rest of the building'.