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ESTUDOS DISCIPLINARES XVI 6592-05_SEI_LI_0715_R_20182 CONTEÚDO
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Curso ESTUDOS DISCIPLINARES XVI
Teste QUESTIONÁRIO UNIDADE II
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Pergunta 1
Resposta
Selecionada:
c.
Respostas: a. 
b. 
c.
d. 
e. 
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According to the beginning of the article below, which is correct to say? 
 
Mark the right alternative:
The hair style in Lebanon is completely di�erent from the one Miriam has
chosen for her.
Miriam has got natural red hair.
Coloring hair a deep red shows an act of rebellion in Lebanon.
The hair style in Lebanon is completely di�erent from the one Miriam has
chosen for her.
Straight hair in Lebanon is old-fashioned.
In Lebanon the hair style is for glossy/ shiny hair.
Resposta: C 
Comentário: o estilo de cabelo no Líbano é completamente diferente daquele
que Miriam escolheu para si (naturalmente encaracolado e ruivo), pois no texto
há a a�rmação de que o estilo prevalecente no país é ultrabrilhante e liso ("ultra-
glamorous sleek, straight hair").
CONTEÚDOS ACADÊMICOS BIBLIOTECAS MURAL DO ALUNO TUTORIAISUNIP EAD
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Pergunta 2
Leia atentamente a história assustadora abaixo tirada do livro “A Sala Trancada e Outras
Histórias de Terror”, de MR James, e as declarações sobre isso. 
 
Corações Perdidos 
  
Em setembro do ano de 1811, um menino chegou à porta de Aswarby Hall, no meio de
Lincolnshire. Tocou a campainha e olhou em volta para a casa alta e quadrada do século XVIII. 
Uma luz da noite caiu sobre o edifício, fazendo as janelas brilharem como fogo. Na frente do
salão havia um parque cheio de árvores e uma igreja com um relógio. Tudo parecia muito
agradável para o menino enquanto esperava que alguém abrisse a porta. 
Os pais do menino estavam mortos e seu primo mais velho, o Sr. Abney, queria que ele fosse
morar em Aswarby. As pessoas que conheciam Abney �caram surpresas com sua oferta
porque achavam que ele era um homem que amava mais livros do que pessoas e que preferia
morar sozinho. 
O Sr. Abney abriu a porta e pareceu muito feliz em ver sua jovem prima. Stephen Elliot Ele
imediatamente começou a fazer perguntas: 'Quantos anos você tem, meu menino? Como
você está? E quantos anos você tem? Quero dizer. Espero que você não esteja tão cansado
para comer sua ceia? 
"Não, obrigado, senhor", disse Stephen. "Estou muito bem." 
"Bom", disse o Sr. Abney. "E quantos anos você tem, meu garoto?" 
Parecia estranho que ele �zesse a pergunta duas vezes nos dois primeiros minutos da
conversa. 
Eu tenho doze anos no próximo aniversário. 
'E quando é seu aniversário, meu querido menino? 11 de setembro, né? Isso é bom, isso é
muito bom. Eu gosto de escrever essas coisas no meu livro. Tem certeza de que será doze? 
'Sim senhor. Com certeza. 
Bem, leve-o ao quarto da Sra. Bunch, Parkes. Abney disse ao seu criado "e deixe-o tomar o seu
jantar". 
A Sra. Bunch era a pessoa mais amigável em Aswarby. Stephen se sentiu confortável com ela e
eles se tornaram bons amigos em um quarto de hora. Ela tinha cinquenta e cinco anos e sabia
tudo sobre a casa e seu bairro. Ela estava disposta a compartilhar essa informação com
Stephen e certamente havia muitas coisas sobre Aswarby Hall e jardins que o garoto queria
perguntar a ela. 
Numa noite de novembro, Stephen estava sentado junto ao fogo no quarto da Sra. Bunch,
pensando em sua nova casa. O senhor Abney é um bom homem? ele perguntou de repente. 
'Boa? Meu �lho!' disse a Sra. Bunch: 'Ele é o homem mais gentil que eu já conheci! Não te
contei sobre o menininho que ele trouxe da rua há sete anos e a menininha dois anos depois
que comecei a trabalhar aqui? 
"Não, por favor, me fale sobre eles, senhora Bunch", disse Stephen. 
"Bem", ela começou, "não me lembro muito da menina. O Sr. Abney a trouxe de volta de sua
caminhada um dia e disse à Sra. Ellis para cuidar dela. A pobre criança não tinha família. Ela
morou conosco por cerca de três semanas e, em seguida, uma manhã ela se levantou
enquanto todos ainda estavam dormindo e saiu de casa. Eu nunca mais a vi. O Sr. Abney
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olhou em todos os lugares, mas ela nunca voltou. Ela era uma criança muito silenciosa, mas
me ajudou muito e eu a amava muito. 
"E o menino?" perguntou Stephen. 
Ah, aquele pobre menino! disse a Sra. Bunch. "Ele veio para cá num dia de inverno tocando sua
música, e o Sr. Abney fez-lhe muitas perguntas, como" De onde você vem? Quantos anos você
tem? Onde está sua família? " Ele foi muito gentil com o menino, mas a mesma coisa
aconteceu - ele simplesmente desapareceu. Naquela noite, Stephen teve um sonho estranho.
Perto de seu quarto no topo da casa havia um banheiro velho, que ninguém usava. O topo da
porta era feito de vidro e era possível olhar e ver o banho. Em seu sonho, Stephen olhou
através do vidro e viu um corpo na banheira, um corpo muito �no e empoeirado com um
sorriso triste e as mãos pressionadas sobre o coração. Quando Stephen olhou, um grito
terrível veio dos lábios e os braços começaram a se mover. Stephen �cou extremamente
assustado e acordou de repente. Ele descobriu que ele realmente estava de pé no chão frio
perto do banheiro. Corajosamente, ele olhou através do vidro novamente para ver se o corpo
estava realmente lá. Não era. Ele voltou para a cama. 
Quando souberam da experiência de Stephen, a Sra. Bunch e o Sr. Abney �caram muito
interessados e a Sra. Bunch colocou uma nova cortina sobre a porta de vidro do banheiro.
Abney disse que escreveria sobre o sonho de Stephen em seu livro. 
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Era quase primavera quando duas coisas mais estranhas aconteceu. A primeira foi que
Stephen passou por outra noite muito inquieta e no dia seguinte viu a sra. Bunch consertando
sua camisa de noite. Ela parecia bastante zangada com ele e perguntou: “Como você
conseguiu rasgar sua camisa de noite? Vou levar muito tempo para consertar. 
Stephen olhou e viu que havia alguns cortes na camisa, alguns centímetros de comprimento.
"Não me lembro como isso aconteceu", disse ele. Não me lembro de nada. Mas são
exatamente iguais aos arranhões do lado de fora da porta do meu quarto. 
A sra. Bunch olhou para ele de boca aberta e correu para o andar de cima para ver. "Bem", ela
disse quando retornou: "É muito estranho. Eu me pergunto como esses arranhões
apareceram ... Eles são altos demais para um cachorro, um gato ou um rato para fazer. Não
diga nada ao Sr. Abney, mas lembre-se de trancar a porta quando for para a cama hoje à noite.
'Oh, eu sempre faço', respondeu Stephen. 
Na noite seguinte, a segunda coisa estranha aconteceu. O Sr. Parkes, o criado, visitou Stephen
e a Sra. Bunch no quarto da Sra. Bunch. Ele não costumava vê-los lá. Quando ele entrou, ele
não percebeu que Stephen estava lá.Ele parecia muito nervoso e desconfortável. 'Sr. Abney
terá que conseguir seu próprio vinho se quiser uma bebida à noite ”, disse ele. 'Se eu não
puder descer e pegar durante o dia. Eu não vou de jeito nenhum. Há algo muito estranho lá
embaixo da casa, você sabe - talvez seja o vento ou talvez ratos, mas eu não penso assim ... e
eu não gosto disso. 
"Não fale assim", respondeu a sra. Bunch. Você vai assustar o jovem Stephen. 
O Sr. Parkes de repente notou Stephen pela primeira vez e rapidamente disse, com uma risada
nervosa, 
Mas Stephen sabia que não era uma piada e estava preocupado. Ele fez muitas perguntas,
mas o Sr. Parkes se recusou a contar mais sobre os ruídos sob a casa. 
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Era agora 24 de março de 1812, um dia estranho, ventoso e barulhento. Stephen estava no
jardim e sentia como se estivesse cheio de fantasmas, pessoas que ele não podia ver que
estavam voando no vento e tentando entrar em contato com pessoas vivas no mundo real.
Depois do almoço naquele dia, o Sr. Abney disse. Estêvão, meu �lho, você virá à minha
biblioteca hoje à noite às onze horas? Eu estarei ocupado até então, mas quero mostrar-lhe
algo sobre sua vida futura. Não conte para a Sra. Bunch ou para qualquer outra pessoa na
casa. Apenas vá para o seu quarto no horário habitual. Stephen estava animado. Ele poderia
se sentar até as onze horas! Ele olhou para a porta da biblioteca quando estava subindo a
escada naquela noite e viu na mesa uma taça de prata cheia de vinho tinto e um velho pedaço
de papel com palavras. Por volta das dez horas, Stephen estava de pé na janela aberta do seu
quarto, olhando a paisagem rural noturna. O vento não era tão forte agora e havia uma lua
cheia. De repente ele ouviu alguns gritos estranhos - 'Talvez alguém tenha perdido a noite?' ele
pensou. - Ou aves aquáticas no lago do parque? Os barulhos �caram mais altos e se
aproximaram da casa. Então eles pararam. Mas, quando Stephen estava prestes a fechar a
janela e continuar lendo o livro, viu duas crianças de pé do lado de fora, sob as árvores
escuras, um menino e uma menina. Eles �caram juntos, olhando para a janela. A garota
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Resposta Selecionada: d. 
Respostas: a. 
b. 
lembrou-lhe a garota em seu sonho sobre o banho. E a visão do garoto o fez sentir medo. A
garota estava sorrindo, segurando as mãos sobre o coração. O menino, com o cabelo preto
desgrenhado e roupas velhas, estendeu as mãos impotentes diante dele. Suas unhas eram
muito compridas e sujas. Quando o menino �cou ali com os braços estendidos, Stephen de
repente viu algo que fez seu cabelo arrepiar. Ele não podia acreditar em seus olhos. Lá, no lado
esquerdo do peito do menino, havia um grande buraco negro. Novamente Estêvão ouviu os
terríveis e tristes gritos das crianças; então eles desapareceram. Embora estivesse muito
assustado, Stephen decidiu ir à biblioteca do Sr. Abney. Já eram quase onze horas. Ele andou
muito rápido pela velha casa escura, quieto a esta hora da noite com todos os criados na
cama. Mas quando chegou à biblioteca, a porta não se abriu. Não estava trancado e a chave
estava do lado de fora, mas quando ele bateu não houve resposta. Ele ouviu atentamente e
ouviu o Sr. Abney falando ... não, chorando. Mas por que? Talvez ele também pudesse ver as
crianças estranhas? Então, De repente, tudo �cou quieto e a porta da biblioteca se abriu
sozinha. O Sr. Abney estava em sua cadeira, a cabeça jogada para trás e os olhos arregalados,
com um olhar de terrível medo e dor no rosto. No lado esquerdo do peito havia um grande
buraco e Stephen podia ver seu coração. Mas não havia sangue nas mãos e a longa faca na
mesa estava completamente limpa. A janela da biblioteca estava aberta e o vento soprava as
cortinas em uma dança terrível. Um livro antigo estava aberto na mesa e é isso que Stephen
leu: Mas não havia sangue nas mãos e a longa faca na mesa estava completamente limpa. A
janela da biblioteca estava aberta e o vento soprava as cortinas em uma dança terrível. Um
livro antigo estava aberto na mesa e é isso que Stephen leu: Mas não havia sangue nas mãos e
a longa faca na mesa estava completamente limpa. A janela da biblioteca estava aberta e o
vento soprava as cortinas em uma dança terrível. Um livro antigo estava aberto na mesa e é
isso que Stephen leu: 
'Milhares de anos atrás, as pessoas descobriram que você podia controlar o mundo,
desaparecer ou se tornar alguém ou outra coisa ... tudo por mágica. Mas, para poder usar essa
magia, é necessário primeiro tirar os corações de três jovens, com menos de vinte e um anos
de idade. Passei quase vinte anos escolhendo cuidadosamente três jovens que eu poderia
matar sem que ninguém percebesse. Primeiro foi Phoebe Stanley em 24 de março de 1791. O
segundo foi um menino italiano, Giovanni Paoli, em 23 de março de 1805. E hoje, em 24 de
março de 1812, o último �lho a morrer por mim será meu primo, Stephen Elliot. Ninguém
jamais encontrará os corpos dessas crianças. Escondi os dois primeiros na minha adega,
debaixo do chão, e farei o mesmo com a terceira criança esta noite. Os fantasmas dessas
crianças podem voltar, dizem os livros, chorando horrivelmente. 
Stephen terminou de ler e olhou para o corpo de sua prima idosa. Silenciosamente, ele saiu do
quarto e fechou a porta. 
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Por muitos anos as pessoas se perguntavam sobre a morte do Sr. Abney . "Deve ter sido um
gato selvagem que entrou pela janela aberta e matou o pobre", disseram eles. Mas Stephen
sabia a verdade. 
  
James, MR The Locked Room e outras histórias de terror . Londres: Pearson Education, 2000. 
  
De acordo com a história acima, podemos dizer: 
Eu - Stephen era um menino que não tinha seus pais vivos e foi para Aswarby Hall morar com
seu primo mais velho, o Sr. Abney. 
II - As pessoas de Aswarby Hall pensavam que o Sr. Abney amava livros muito mais do que
pessoas e preferia viver sozinho. 
III - Stephen se sentiu confortável com a Sra. Bunch e ambos se tornaram bons amigos muito
rapidamente. 
IV - A Sra. Bunch não sabia muito sobre a casa e sua vizinhança e não podia responder a
nenhuma pergunta sobre aquele lugar. 
V - A Sra. Bunch nunca disse a Stephen que o Sr. Abney era um homem bom e gentil e ela
contava histórias ruins sobre ele. 
Marque a alternativa correta:
Apenas I, II e III estão corretos.
Apenas eu e IV estamos corretos.
Apenas eu, II e V estão corretos.
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c. 
d. 
e. 
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Apenas eu, II, III e IV estão corretos.
Apenas I, II e III estão corretos.
Apenas eu, III e V estão corretos.
Resposta: D 
Comentário: apenas as assertivas I, II e III trazem informações sobre uma história
de terror. I: Stephen era um menino que não estava vivo e estava vivo. II: Como
pessoas de Aswarby Hall achavam que o Sr. Abney amava livros muito mais que
as pessoas e preferem morar sozinho; III: Stepehn se parece em casa com a Sra.
Bunch e os se tornaram bons amigos muito rápido.   
Pergunta 3
Read attentively the spooky story below taken from the book “The Locked Room and Other
Horror Stories”, by M.R. James, and the statements about it. 
 
Lost Hearts 
  
In September of the year 1811, a little boy arrived at the door of Aswarby Hall in the middle of
Lincolnshire. He rang the bell and looked around him at the tall, square eighteenth-century
house. 
An evening light fell onthe building, making the windows shine like �res. In front of the hall
there was a park full of trees, and a church with a clock. It all seemed very pleasant to the boy
as he waited for someone to open the door. 
The boy's parents were dead and his elderly cousin, Mr.  Abney, wanted him to go and live at
Aswarby. People who knew Mr. Abney were surprised at his o�er because they thought he
was a man who loved books more than people and who preferred to live alone. 
Mr. Abney opened the door and seemed very happy to see his young cousin. Stephen Elliot.
He immediately started to ask questions: 'How old are you, my boy? How are you? And how
old are you? I mean. I hope you are not too tired to eat your supper?' 
'No, thank you, sir,' said Stephen. 'I am quite well.' 
'Good,' said Mr. Abney. 'And how old are you, my boy?' 
It seemed strange that he asked the question twice in the �rst two minutes of their
conversation. 
'I'm twelve years old next birthday.' said Stephen. 
'And when is your birthday, my dear boy? Eleventh of September, eh? That's good, that's very
good. I like to write these things down in my book. Are you sure you will be twelve?' 
'Yes, sir. Quite sure.' 
'Well, take him to Mrs. Bunch's room, Parkes.' Mr. Abney said to his servant,' and let him have
his supper.' 
Mrs. Bunch was the friendliest person at Aswarby. Stephen felt comfortable with her and they
became good friends in a quarter of an hour. She was �fty-�ve years old and knew everything
about the house and its neighborhood. She was quite willing to share this information with
Stephen and there were certainly many things about Aswarby Hall and gardens that the boy
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wanted to ask her. 
One November evening, Stephen was sitting by the �re in Mrs. Bunch's room, thinking about
his new home. 'Is Mr. Abney a good man?' he suddenly asked. 
'Good? My child!' said Mrs. Bunch,' He's the kindest man I've ever known! Haven't I told you
about the little boy he brought here from the street seven years ago, and the little girl two
years after I started working here?' 
'No, please tell me about them, Mrs. Bunch,' said Stephen. 
'Well,' she began, 'I don't remember much about the little girl. Mr. Abney brought her back
from his walk one day and told Mrs. Ellis to take care of her. The poor child had no family. She
lived with us for about three weeks and then one morning she got up while everyone was still
asleep and left the house. I've never seen her again. Mr. Abney looked everywhere but she
never came back. She was a very silent child but she helped me a lot and I loved her very
much.' 
'And what about the little boy?' asked Stephen. 
'Ah, that poor boy!' said Mrs. Bunch. 'He came here one winter day playing his music, and Mr.
Abney asked him lots of questions, such as "Where do you come from? How old are you?
Where is your family?" He was very kind to the boy, but the same thing happened - he just
disappeared.' That night Stephen had a strange dream. Near his bedroom at the top of the
house there was an old bathroom, which nobody used. The top of the door was made of glass
and it was possible to look in and see the bath. In his dream, Stephen looked through the glass
and saw a body in the bath, a very thin, dusty body with a sad smile and the hands pressed
over the heart. As Stephen looked, a terrible cry came from the lips, and the arms began to
move. Stephen was extremely frightened and woke up suddenly. He found that he really was
standing on the cold �oor near the bathroom. Bravely, he looked through the glass again to
see if the body was really there. It was not. He went back to bed. 
When they heard about Stephen's experience, Mrs. Bunch and Mr. Abney were very interested
and Mrs. Bunch put a new curtain over the glass door of the bathroom. Mr. Abney said he
would write about Stephen's dream in his book. 
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It was nearly spring when two more strange things happened. The �rst was that Stephen
passed another very uneasy night and the next day he saw Mrs. Bunch mending his night-
shirt. She seemed rather angry with him, and asked 'How did you manage to tear your night-
shirt so badly? It'll take me a long time to mend it.' 
Stephen looked and saw that there were some cuts in the shirt, a few inches long. 'I don't
remember how it happened,' he said. 'I don't remember anything. But they're just the same as
the scratches on the outside of my bedroom door.' 
Mrs. Bunch looked at him, her mouth open, and then ran upstairs to see. 'Well,' she said when
she returned, 'It's very strange. I wonder how those scratches appeared ... They're too high for
a dog, a cat or a rat to make. Don't say anything to Mr. Abney, but remember to lock your
door when you go to bed tonight.' 
'Oh, I always do,' replied Stephen. 
The next evening, the second strange thing happened. Mr. Parkes, the servant, visited Stephen
and Mrs. Bunch in Mrs. Bunch's room. He did not often come to see them there. When he
came in, he didn't at �rst notice that Stephen was there. He seemed very nervous and uneasy.
'Mr. Abney will have to get his own wine if he wants a drink in the evenings,' he said. 'If I can't
go down and get it in the daytime. I won't go at all. There's something very strange down there
under the house, you know - maybe it's the wind or maybe it's rats, but I don't think so …and
I don't like it.' 
'Don't talk like that,' answered Mrs. Bunch. 'You'll frighten young Stephen.' 
Mr. Parkes suddenly noticed Stephen for the �rst time and quickly said, with a nervous laugh,
'Oh, I was only joking, you know.' 
But Stephen knew that it wasn't a joke, and he was worried. He asked a lot of questions, but
Mr. Parkes refused to tell him any more about the noises under the house. 
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It was now March 24, 1812, a strange day, windy and noisy. Stephen stood in the garden and
felt as if it was full of ghosts, people he couldn't see who were �ying in the wind and trying to
contact living people in the real world. After lunch that day, Mr. Abney said. 'Stephen, my boy,
will you come to my library late tonight at eleven o'clock? I will be busy until then but I want to
show you something about your future life. Don't tell Mrs. Bunch or anyone else in the house.
Just go to your room at the usual time.' Stephen was excited. He could sit up until eleven
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Resposta Selecionada: d. 
Respostas: a. 
o'clock! He looked in at the library door when he was on his way upstairs that evening and he
saw on the table a silver cup �lled with red wine and an old piece of paper with words on it. At
about ten o'clock, Stephen was standing at the open window of his bedroom, looking out over
the night-time countryside. The wind was not so strong now and there was a full moon.
Suddenly he heard some strange cries - 'Perhaps someone lost in the night?' he thought. 'Or
water birds down on the lake in the park?' The noises grew louder and came nearer the house.
Then they stopped. But just as Stephen was about to close his window and continue reading
his book, he saw two children standing outside under the dark trees, a boy and a girl. They
stood together, looking up at his window. The girl reminded him of the girl in his dream about
the bath. And the sight of the boy made him feel afraid. The girl was smiling, holding her hands
over her heart. The boy, withhis untidy black hair and old clothes, stretched his hands out
helplessly in front of him. His �ngernails were very long and dirty. As the boy stood there with
his arms held out, Stephen suddenly saw something which made his hair stand on end. He
could not believe his eyes. There, on the left side of the boy's chest, was a large black hole.
Again Stephen heard the children's terrible, sad cries; then they disappeared. Although he was
badly frightened, Stephen decided to go to Mr. Abney's library. It was now nearly eleven
o'clock. He walked very fast through the dark old house, quiet at this time of night with all the
servants in bed. But when he arrived at the library, the door would not open. It was not locked
and the key was on the outside, but when he knocked there was no answer. He listened
carefully and he heard Mr. Abney speaking…no, crying out. But why? Perhaps he too could see
the strange children? Then, suddenly, everything was quiet and the library door opened by
itself. Mr. Abney was in his chair, his head thrown back and his eyes wide, with a look of terrible
fear and pain on his face. On the left side of his chest was a large hole and Stephen could see
his heart. But there was no blood on his hands and the long knife on the table was completely
clean. The window of the library was open and the wind blew the curtains in a terrible dance.
An old book was open on the table and this is what Stephen read: 
'Thousands of years ago, people discovered that you could control the world, disappear or
become someone or something else…all by magic. But to be able to use this magic, it is
necessary �rst to take out the hearts of three young people, under twenty-one years of age. I
have spent almost twenty years carefully choosing three young people who I could kill without
anybody noticing. First was Phoebe Stanley on March 24, 1791. Second was an Italian boy,
Giovanni Paoli, on March 23, 1805. And tonight, on March 24, 1812, the last child to die for me
will be my cousin, Stephen Elliot. No one will ever �nd the bodies of these children. I have
hidden the �rst two in my wine cellar, under the �oor, and I will do the same with the third
child tonight. The ghosts of these children may come back, the books tell me, crying horribly.
They may try to take the heart of the man who killed them but this will not happen to me, I am
sure.' 
Stephen �nished reading and looked at the body of his elderly cousin. Quietly, he left the
room and closed the door. 
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********** 
For many years people wondered about Mr. Abney's death. 'It must have been a wild cat that
came in through the open window and killed the poor man,' they said. But Stephen knew the
truth. 
  
James, M. R. The Locked Room and Other Horror Stories. London: Pearson Education, 2000. 
 According to the story above we can say: 
I -  One night in the spring, Stephen had a very uncomfortable night, but he decided not to talk
about it with Mrs. Bunch. 
II -  The scratches that were on Stephen’s bedroom door were similar to the cuts that were in
his night-shirt that Mrs. Bunch was sawing. 
III -  When Mrs. Bunch knew about the strange night Stephen had had, they both ran upstairs
to check. 
IV -  The scratches that were on the door couldn’t have been made by a dog, cat or rat because
they were too high. 
V -  Knowing about Stephen’s strange night, Mrs. Bunch warned him to leave his bedroom
door open while he was sleeping. 
Mark the right alternative: 
 
Only II, III and IV are correct.
Only I is correct.
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b. 
c. 
d. 
e. 
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Only II is correct.
Only III is correct.
Only II, III and IV are correct.
Only II, IV and V are correct.
Resposta: D 
Comentário: apenas o que é a�rmado em II, III e IV é correto. II: Os arranhões que
estavam na porta do quarto de Stephen eram parecidos com os cortes que
estavam na sua camisa de dormir que a Sra. Bunch estava costurando; III: 
Quando a Sra. Bunch soube da noite estranha que Stephen havia tido, os dois
correram para o andar de cima para veri�car; IV: Os arranhões que estavam na
porta não poderiam ter sido feitos por um cachorro ou rato porque eram muito
altos.
Pergunta 4
Read attentively the spooky story below taken from the book “The Locked Room and Other
Horror Stories”, by M.R. James, and the statements about it. 
 
  
Lost Hearts 
  
In September of the year 1811, a little boy arrived at the door of Aswarby Hall in the middle of
Lincolnshire. He rang the bell and looked around him at the tall, square eighteenth-century
house. 
An evening light fell on the building, making the windows shine like �res. In front of the hall
there was a park full of trees, and a church with a clock. It all seemed very pleasant to the boy
as he waited for someone to open the door. 
The boy's parents were dead and his elderly cousin, Mr.  Abney, wanted him to go and live at
Aswarby. People who knew Mr. Abney were surprised at his o�er because they thought he
was a man who loved books more than people and who preferred to live alone. 
Mr. Abney opened the door and seemed very happy to see his young cousin. Stephen Elliot.
He immediately started to ask questions: 'How old are you, my boy? How are you? And how
old are you? I mean. I hope you are not too tired to eat your supper?' 
'No, thank you, sir,' said Stephen. 'I am quite well.' 
'Good,' said Mr. Abney. 'And how old are you, my boy?' 
It seemed strange that he asked the question twice in the �rst two minutes of their
conversation. 
'I'm twelve years old next birthday.' said Stephen. 
'And when is your birthday, my dear boy? Eleventh of September, eh? That's good, that's very
good. I like to write these things down in my book. Are you sure you will be twelve?' 
'Yes, sir. Quite sure.' 
'Well, take him to Mrs. Bunch's room, Parkes.' Mr. Abney said to his servant,' and let him have
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his supper.' 
Mrs. Bunch was the friendliest person at Aswarby. Stephen felt comfortable with her and they
became good friends in a quarter of an hour. She was �fty-�ve years old and knew everything
about the house and its neighborhood. She was quite willing to share this information with
Stephen and there were certainly many things about Aswarby Hall and gardens that the boy
wanted to ask her. 
One November evening, Stephen was sitting by the �re in Mrs. Bunch's room, thinking about
his new home. 'Is Mr. Abney a good man?' he suddenly asked. 
'Good? My child!' said Mrs. Bunch,' He's the kindest man I've ever known! Haven't I told you
about the little boy he brought here from the street seven years ago, and the little girl two
years after I started working here?' 
'No, please tell me about them, Mrs. Bunch,' said Stephen. 
'Well,' she began, 'I don't remember much about the little girl. Mr. Abney brought her back
from his walk one day and told Mrs. Ellis to take care of her. The poor child had no family. She
lived with us for about three weeks and then one morning she got up while everyone was still
asleep and left the house. I've never seen her again. Mr. Abney looked everywhere but she
never came back. She was a very silent child but she helped me a lot and I loved her very
much.' 
'And what about the little boy?' asked Stephen. 
'Ah, that poor boy!' said Mrs. Bunch. 'He came here one winter day playing his music, and Mr.
Abney asked him lots of questions, such as "Where do you come from?How old are you?
Where is your family?" He was very kind to the boy, but the same thing happened - he just
disappeared.' That night Stephen had a strange dream. Near his bedroom at the top of the
house there was an old bathroom, which nobody used. The top of the door was made of glass
and it was possible to look in and see the bath. In his dream, Stephen looked through the glass
and saw a body in the bath, a very thin, dusty body with a sad smile and the hands pressed
over the heart. As Stephen looked, a terrible cry came from the lips, and the arms began to
move. Stephen was extremely frightened and woke up suddenly. He found that he really was
standing on the cold �oor near the bathroom. Bravely, he looked through the glass again to
see if the body was really there. It was not. He went back to bed. 
When they heard about Stephen's experience, Mrs. Bunch and Mr. Abney were very interested
and Mrs. Bunch put a new curtain over the glass door of the bathroom. Mr. Abney said he
would write about Stephen's dream in his book. 
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*********** 
It was nearly spring when two more strange things happened. The �rst was that Stephen
passed another very uneasy night and the next day he saw Mrs. Bunch mending his night-
shirt. She seemed rather angry with him, and asked 'How did you manage to tear your night-
shirt so badly? It'll take me a long time to mend it.' 
Stephen looked and saw that there were some cuts in the shirt, a few inches long. 'I don't
remember how it happened,' he said. 'I don't remember anything. But they're just the same as
the scratches on the outside of my bedroom door.' 
Mrs. Bunch looked at him, her mouth open, and then ran upstairs to see. 'Well,' she said when
she returned, 'It's very strange. I wonder how those scratches appeared ... They're too high for
a dog, a cat or a rat to make. Don't say anything to Mr. Abney, but remember to lock your
door when you go to bed tonight.' 
'Oh, I always do,' replied Stephen. 
The next evening, the second strange thing happened. Mr. Parkes, the servant, visited Stephen
and Mrs. Bunch in Mrs. Bunch's room. He did not often come to see them there. When he
came in, he didn't at �rst notice that Stephen was there. He seemed very nervous and uneasy.
'Mr. Abney will have to get his own wine if he wants a drink in the evenings,' he said. 'If I can't
go down and get it in the daytime. I won't go at all. There's something very strange down there
under the house, you know - maybe it's the wind or maybe it's rats, but I don't think so …and
I don't like it.' 
'Don't talk like that,' answered Mrs. Bunch. 'You'll frighten young Stephen.' 
Mr. Parkes suddenly noticed Stephen for the �rst time and quickly said, with a nervous laugh,
'Oh, I was only joking, you know.' 
But Stephen knew that it wasn't a joke, and he was worried. He asked a lot of questions, but
Mr. Parkes refused to tell him any more about the noises under the house. 
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*********** 
It was now March 24, 1812, a strange day, windy and noisy. Stephen stood in the garden and
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felt as if it was full of ghosts, people he couldn't see who were �ying in the wind and trying to
contact living people in the real world. After lunch that day, Mr. Abney said. 'Stephen, my boy,
will you come to my library late tonight at eleven o'clock? I will be busy until then but I want to
show you something about your future life. Don't tell Mrs. Bunch or anyone else in the house.
Just go to your room at the usual time.' Stephen was excited. He could sit up until eleven
o'clock! He looked in at the library door when he was on his way upstairs that evening and he
saw on the table a silver cup �lled with red wine and an old piece of paper with words on it. At
about ten o'clock, Stephen was standing at the open window of his bedroom, looking out over
the night-time countryside. The wind was not so strong now and there was a full moon.
Suddenly he heard some strange cries - 'Perhaps someone lost in the night?' he thought. 'Or
water birds down on the lake in the park?' The noises grew louder and came nearer the house.
Then they stopped. But just as Stephen was about to close his window and continue reading
his book, he saw two children standing outside under the dark trees, a boy and a girl. They
stood together, looking up at his window. The girl reminded him of the girl in his dream about
the bath. And the sight of the boy made him feel afraid. The girl was smiling, holding her hands
over her heart. The boy, with his untidy black hair and old clothes, stretched his hands out
helplessly in front of him. His �ngernails were very long and dirty. As the boy stood there with
his arms held out, Stephen suddenly saw something which made his hair stand on end. He
could not believe his eyes. There, on the left side of the boy's chest, was a large black hole.
Again Stephen heard the children's terrible, sad cries; then they disappeared. Although he was
badly frightened, Stephen decided to go to Mr. Abney's library. It was now nearly eleven
o'clock. He walked very fast through the dark old house, quiet at this time of night with all the
servants in bed. But when he arrived at the library, the door would not open. It was not locked
and the key was on the outside, but when he knocked there was no answer. He listened
carefully and he heard Mr. Abney speaking…no, crying out. But why? Perhaps he too could see
the strange children? Then, suddenly, everything was quiet and the library door opened by
itself. Mr. Abney was in his chair, his head thrown back and his eyes wide, with a look of terrible
fear and pain on his face. On the left side of his chest was a large hole and Stephen could see
his heart. But there was no blood on his hands and the long knife on the table was completely
clean. The window of the library was open and the wind blew the curtains in a terrible dance.
An old book was open on the table and this is what Stephen read: 
'Thousands of years ago, people discovered that you could control the world, disappear or
become someone or something else…all by magic. But to be able to use this magic, it is
necessary �rst to take out the hearts of three young people, under twenty-one years of age. I
have spent almost twenty years carefully choosing three young people who I could kill without
anybody noticing. First was Phoebe Stanley on March 24, 1791. Second was an Italian boy,
Giovanni Paoli, on March 23, 1805. And tonight, on March 24, 1812, the last child to die for me
will be my cousin, Stephen Elliot. No one will ever �nd the bodies of these children. I have
hidden the �rst two in my wine cellar, under the �oor, and I will do the same with the third
child tonight. The ghosts of these children may come back, the books tell me, crying horribly.
They may try to take the heart of the man who killed them but this will not happen to me, I am
sure.' 
Stephen �nished reading and looked at the body of his elderly cousin. Quietly, he left the
room and closed the door. 
********************************************************************************
********** 
For many years people wondered about Mr. Abney's death. 'It must have been a wild cat that
came in through the open window and killed the poor man,' they said. But Stephen knew the
truth. 
  
James, M. R. The Locked Room and Other Horror Stories. London: Pearson Education, 2000. 
According to the story above we can say: 
I -  One day, Stephen was standing in the garden and felt as if it was full of ghosts, people he
couldn't see who were �ying in the wind and trying to contact living people in the real world.II -  On the day Stephen saw strange things in the garden, Stephen’s cousin had asked him to
go to his library at night because he would like to show him things about Stephen’s future life. 
III -  On the night Stephen would go to his cousin’s library, the wind was not strong, but out of
the blue he heard some strange cries and he thought it could be someone lost in the night or
water birds on the lake in the park. 
IV -  Stephen, after hearing the strange noises, saw a boy and a girl   stood together, looking up
at his window. The girl reminded him of the girl in his dream about the bath, and the boy
stretched his hands out helplessly in front of him. To his surprise, Stephen suddenly noticed
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e. 
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b. 
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that on the left side of the boy's chest was a large black hole. 
V -  The children Stephen could see that night simply vanished and even frightened he decided
to go to Mr. Abney's library. 
Mark the right alternative: 
 
All the statements are correct. 
 
Only I, II and III are correct.
Only II, III and IV are correct.
Only III and IV are correct.
Only I, III, IV and V are correct.
All the statements are correct. 
 
Resposta: E 
Comentário: todas as a�rmações sobre o texto estão corretas. I: Um dia, Stephen
está de pé parado no jardim e sentiu como se ele estivesse cheio de fantasmas,
pessoas que ele não podia ver que estavam voando ao vento e tentando entrar
em contato com pessoas vivas no mundo real; II: No dia em que Stephen viu
coisas estranhas no jardim, o primo dele havia lhe pedido para ir até a biblioteca à
noite porque gostaria de lhe mostrar coisas sobre seu futuro (futuro de Stephen);
III: Na noite em que Stephen iria à biblioteca de seu primo, o vento não estava
forte, mas inesperadamente ele ouviu alguns gritos estranhos e pensou que
pudesse ser alguém perdido na noite ou pássaros aquáticos no lago no parque;
IV: Stephen, após ouvir os barulhos estranhos, viu um garoto e uma garota
parados, olhando para cima (em direção à sua janela). A garota fez lembrá-lo da
garotinha que havia aparecido  em seus sonhos no episódio do banho, e o garoto
esticava suas mãos impotentes à sua frente. Para sua surpresa, Stephen de
repente percebeu que do lado esquerdo do peito do garoto havia um grande
buraco negro; V: As crianças que Stephen pôde ver aquela noite simplesmente
desapareceram e, mesmo amedrontado, decidiu ir até a biblioteca do Sr. Abney. 
 
Pergunta 5
Read attentively the spooky story below taken from the book “The Locked Room and Other
Horror Stories”, by M.R. James, and the statements about it. 
  
 
  
Lost Hearts 
  
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In September of the year 1811, a little boy arrived at the door of Aswarby Hall in the middle of
Lincolnshire. He rang the bell and looked around him at the tall, square eighteenth-century
house. 
An evening light fell on the building, making the windows shine like �res. In front of the hall
there was a park full of trees, and a church with a clock. It all seemed very pleasant to the boy
as he waited for someone to open the door. 
The boy's parents were dead and his elderly cousin, Mr.  Abney, wanted him to go and live at
Aswarby. People who knew Mr. Abney were surprised at his o�er because they thought he
was a man who loved books more than people and who preferred to live alone. 
Mr. Abney opened the door and seemed very happy to see his young cousin. Stephen Elliot.
He immediately started to ask questions: 'How old are you, my boy? How are you? And how
old are you? I mean. I hope you are not too tired to eat your supper?' 
'No, thank you, sir,' said Stephen. 'I am quite well.' 
'Good,' said Mr. Abney. 'And how old are you, my boy?' 
It seemed strange that he asked the question twice in the �rst two minutes of their
conversation. 
'I'm twelve years old next birthday.' said Stephen. 
'And when is your birthday, my dear boy? Eleventh of September, eh? That's good, that's very
good. I like to write these things down in my book. Are you sure you will be twelve?' 
'Yes, sir. Quite sure.' 
'Well, take him to Mrs. Bunch's room, Parkes.' Mr. Abney said to his servant,' and let him have
his supper.' 
Mrs. Bunch was the friendliest person at Aswarby. Stephen felt comfortable with her and they
became good friends in a quarter of an hour. She was �fty-�ve years old and knew everything
about the house and its neighborhood. She was quite willing to share this information with
Stephen and there were certainly many things about Aswarby Hall and gardens that the boy
wanted to ask her. 
One November evening, Stephen was sitting by the �re in Mrs. Bunch's room, thinking about
his new home. 'Is Mr. Abney a good man?' he suddenly asked. 
'Good? My child!' said Mrs. Bunch,' He's the kindest man I've ever known! Haven't I told you
about the little boy he brought here from the street seven years ago, and the little girl two
years after I started working here?' 
'No, please tell me about them, Mrs. Bunch,' said Stephen. 
'Well,' she began, 'I don't remember much about the little girl. Mr. Abney brought her back
from his walk one day and told Mrs. Ellis to take care of her. The poor child had no family. She
lived with us for about three weeks and then one morning she got up while everyone was still
asleep and left the house. I've never seen her again. Mr. Abney looked everywhere but she
never came back. She was a very silent child but she helped me a lot and I loved her very
much.' 
'And what about the little boy?' asked Stephen. 
'Ah, that poor boy!' said Mrs. Bunch. 'He came here one winter day playing his music, and Mr.
Abney asked him lots of questions, such as "Where do you come from? How old are you?
Where is your family?" He was very kind to the boy, but the same thing happened - he just
disappeared.' That night Stephen had a strange dream. Near his bedroom at the top of the
house there was an old bathroom, which nobody used. The top of the door was made of glass
and it was possible to look in and see the bath. In his dream, Stephen looked through the glass
and saw a body in the bath, a very thin, dusty body with a sad smile and the hands pressed
over the heart. As Stephen looked, a terrible cry came from the lips, and the arms began to
move. Stephen was extremely frightened and woke up suddenly. He found that he really was
standing on the cold �oor near the bathroom. Bravely, he looked through the glass again to
see if the body was really there. It was not. He went back to bed. 
When they heard about Stephen's experience, Mrs. Bunch and Mr. Abney were very interested
and Mrs. Bunch put a new curtain over the glass door of the bathroom. Mr. Abney said he
would write about Stephen's dream in his book. 
********************************************************************************
*********** 
It was nearly spring when two more strange things happened. The �rst was that Stephen
passed another very uneasy night and the next day he saw Mrs. Bunch mending his night-
shirt. She seemed rather angry with him, and asked 'How did you manage to tear your night-
shirt so badly? It'll take me a long time to mend it.' 
Stephen looked and saw that there were some cuts in the shirt, a few inches long. 'I don't
remember how it happened,' he said. 'I don't remember anything. But they're just the same as
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the scratches on the outside of my bedroom door.' 
Mrs. Bunch looked at him, her mouth open, and then ran upstairs to see. 'Well,' she said when
she returned, 'It's very strange. I wonder how those scratches appeared ... They're too high for
a dog, a cat or a rat to make. Don't say anything to Mr. Abney, but remember to lock your
door when you go to bed tonight.' 
'Oh, I always do,' replied Stephen. 
The next evening, the second strange thing happened. Mr. Parkes, the servant, visited Stephen
and Mrs. Bunch in Mrs. Bunch's room. He did not often come to see them there. When he
came in, he didn't at �rst notice that Stephen was there. He seemed very nervous and uneasy.
'Mr. Abney will have to get his own wine if he wants a drink in the evenings,' he said. 'If I can't
go down and get it in the daytime. I won't go at all. There's something very strange down there
under the house, you know - maybe it's the wind or maybe it's rats, but I don't think so …and
I don't like it.' 
'Don't talk like that,' answered Mrs. Bunch. 'You'll frighten young Stephen.' 
Mr. Parkes suddenly noticed Stephen for the �rst time and quickly said, with a nervous laugh,
'Oh, I was only joking, you know.' 
But Stephen knew that it wasn't a joke, and he was worried. He asked a lot of questions, but
Mr. Parkes refused to tell him any more about the noises under the house. 
********************************************************************************
*********** 
It was now March 24, 1812, a strange day, windy and noisy. Stephen stood in the garden and
felt as if it was full of ghosts, people he couldn't see who were �ying in the wind and trying to
contact living people in the real world. After lunch that day, Mr. Abney said. 'Stephen, my boy,
will you come to my library late tonight at eleven o'clock? I will be busy until then but I want to
show you something about your future life. Don't tell Mrs. Bunch or anyone else in the house.
Just go to your room at the usual time.' Stephen was excited. He could sit up until eleven
o'clock! He looked in at the library door when he was on his way upstairs that evening and he
saw on the table a silver cup �lled with red wine and an old piece of paper with words on it. At
about ten o'clock, Stephen was standing at the open window of his bedroom, looking out over
the night-time countryside. The wind was not so strong now and there was a full moon.
Suddenly he heard some strange cries - 'Perhaps someone lost in the night?' he thought. 'Or
water birds down on the lake in the park?' The noises grew louder and came nearer the house.
Then they stopped. But just as Stephen was about to close his window and continue reading
his book, he saw two children standing outside under the dark trees, a boy and a girl. They
stood together, looking up at his window. The girl reminded him of the girl in his dream about
the bath. And the sight of the boy made him feel afraid. The girl was smiling, holding her hands
over her heart. The boy, with his untidy black hair and old clothes, stretched his hands out
helplessly in front of him. His �ngernails were very long and dirty. As the boy stood there with
his arms held out, Stephen suddenly saw something which made his hair stand on end. He
could not believe his eyes. There, on the left side of the boy's chest, was a large black hole.
Again Stephen heard the children's terrible, sad cries; then they disappeared. Although he was
badly frightened, Stephen decided to go to Mr. Abney's library. It was now nearly eleven
o'clock. He walked very fast through the dark old house, quiet at this time of night with all the
servants in bed. But when he arrived at the library, the door would not open. It was not locked
and the key was on the outside, but when he knocked there was no answer. He listened
carefully and he heard Mr. Abney speaking…no, crying out. But why? Perhaps he too could see
the strange children? Then, suddenly, everything was quiet and the library door opened by
itself. Mr. Abney was in his chair, his head thrown back and his eyes wide, with a look of terrible
fear and pain on his face. On the left side of his chest was a large hole and Stephen could see
his heart. But there was no blood on his hands and the long knife on the table was completely
clean. The window of the library was open and the wind blew the curtains in a terrible dance.
An old book was open on the table and this is what Stephen read: 
'Thousands of years ago, people discovered that you could control the world, disappear or
become someone or something else…all by magic. But to be able to use this magic, it is
necessary �rst to take out the hearts of three young people, under twenty-one years of age. I
have spent almost twenty years carefully choosing three young people who I could kill without
anybody noticing. First was Phoebe Stanley on March 24, 1791. Second was an Italian boy,
Giovanni Paoli, on March 23, 1805. And tonight, on March 24, 1812, the last child to die for me
will be my cousin, Stephen Elliot. No one will ever �nd the bodies of these children. I have
hidden the �rst two in my wine cellar, under the �oor, and I will do the same with the third
child tonight. The ghosts of these children may come back, the books tell me, crying horribly.
They may try to take the heart of the man who killed them but this will not happen to me, I am
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Respostas: a. 
b. 
c. 
d. 
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sure.' 
Stephen �nished reading and looked at the body of his elderly cousin. Quietly, he left the
room and closed the door. 
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********** 
For many years people wondered about Mr. Abney's death. 'It must have been a wild cat that
came in through the open window and killed the poor man,' they said. But Stephen knew the
truth. 
  
James, M. R. The Locked Room and Other Horror Stories. London: Pearson Education, 2000. 
According to the story above we can say: 
I -  When Stephen arrived at Mr. Abney’s library, he could see him in his chair, and his head was
thrown back. 
II -  Stephen could see there was a large hole on Mr. Abney’s chest, and no heart inside. 
III -  Strangely, Stephen noticed there was no sign of blood on Mr. Abney’s hands either. 
IV -  Stephen could also see a long knife on the table, and it had no blood strains. 
V -  Stephen also saw an old book open on the table and the words he read weren’t related to
him at all. 
Mark the right alternative:
Only I, III and IV are correct.
Only I is correct.
Only II is correct.
Only III is correct.
Only III, IV and V are correct.
Only I, III and IV are correct.
Resposta: E 
Comentário: I: Quando Stephen chegou à biblioteca do Sr. Abney, pôde vê-lo em
sua cadeira, e sua cabeça estava jogada para trás; III: Estranhamente, Stephen
percebeu que também não havia nenhum sinal de sangue nas mãos do Sr.
Abney; IV:  Stephen também pôde ver uma longa faca sobre a mesa, sem
qualquer marca de sangue.
Pergunta 6
Read attentively the spooky story below taken from the book “The Locked Room and Other
Horror Stories”, by M.R. James, and the statements about it. 
  
                 
            Lost Hearts 
  
In September of the year 1811, a little boy arrived at the door of Aswarby Hall in the middle of
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Lincolnshire. He rang the bell and looked around him at the tall, square eighteenth-century
house. 
An evening light fell onthe building, making the windows shine like �res. In front of the hall
there was a park full of trees, and a church with a clock. It all seemed very pleasant to the boy
as he waited for someone to open the door. 
The boy's parents were dead and his elderly cousin, Mr.  Abney, wanted him to go and live at
Aswarby. People who knew Mr. Abney were surprised at his o�er because they thought he
was a man who loved books more than people and who preferred to live alone. 
Mr. Abney opened the door and seemed very happy to see his young cousin. Stephen Elliot.
He immediately started to ask questions: 'How old are you, my boy? How are you? And how
old are you? I mean. I hope you are not too tired to eat your supper?' 
'No, thank you, sir,' said Stephen. 'I am quite well.' 
'Good,' said Mr. Abney. 'And how old are you, my boy?' 
It seemed strange that he asked the question twice in the �rst two minutes of their
conversation. 
'I'm twelve years old next birthday.' said Stephen. 
'And when is your birthday, my dear boy? Eleventh of September, eh? That's good, that's very
good. I like to write these things down in my book. Are you sure you will be twelve?' 
'Yes, sir. Quite sure.' 
'Well, take him to Mrs. Bunch's room, Parkes.' Mr. Abney said to his servant,' and let him have
his supper.' 
Mrs. Bunch was the friendliest person at Aswarby. Stephen felt comfortable with her and they
became good friends in a quarter of an hour. She was �fty-�ve years old and knew everything
about the house and its neighborhood. She was quite willing to share this information with
Stephen and there were certainly many things about Aswarby Hall and gardens that the boy
wanted to ask her. 
One November evening, Stephen was sitting by the �re in Mrs. Bunch's room, thinking about
his new home. 'Is Mr. Abney a good man?' he suddenly asked. 
'Good? My child!' said Mrs. Bunch,' He's the kindest man I've ever known! Haven't I told you
about the little boy he brought here from the street seven years ago, and the little girl two
years after I started working here?' 
'No, please tell me about them, Mrs. Bunch,' said Stephen. 
'Well,' she began, 'I don't remember much about the little girl. Mr. Abney brought her back
from his walk one day and told Mrs. Ellis to take care of her. The poor child had no family. She
lived with us for about three weeks and then one morning she got up while everyone was still
asleep and left the house. I've never seen her again. Mr. Abney looked everywhere but she
never came back. She was a very silent child but she helped me a lot and I loved her very
much.' 
'And what about the little boy?' asked Stephen. 
'Ah, that poor boy!' said Mrs. Bunch. 'He came here one winter day playing his music, and Mr.
Abney asked him lots of questions, such as "Where do you come from? How old are you?
Where is your family?" He was very kind to the boy, but the same thing happened - he just
disappeared.' That night Stephen had a strange dream. Near his bedroom at the top of the
house there was an old bathroom, which nobody used. The top of the door was made of glass
and it was possible to look in and see the bath. In his dream, Stephen looked through the glass
and saw a body in the bath, a very thin, dusty body with a sad smile and the hands pressed
over the heart. As Stephen looked, a terrible cry came from the lips, and the arms began to
move. Stephen was extremely frightened and woke up suddenly. He found that he really was
standing on the cold �oor near the bathroom. Bravely, he looked through the glass again to
see if the body was really there. It was not. He went back to bed. 
When they heard about Stephen's experience, Mrs. Bunch and Mr. Abney were very interested
and Mrs. Bunch put a new curtain over the glass door of the bathroom. Mr. Abney said he
would write about Stephen's dream in his book. 
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It was nearly spring when two more strange things happened. The �rst was that Stephen
passed another very uneasy night and the next day he saw Mrs. Bunch mending his night-
shirt. She seemed rather angry with him, and asked 'How did you manage to tear your night-
shirt so badly? It'll take me a long time to mend it.' 
Stephen looked and saw that there were some cuts in the shirt, a few inches long. 'I don't
remember how it happened,' he said. 'I don't remember anything. But they're just the same as
the scratches on the outside of my bedroom door.' 
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Mrs. Bunch looked at him, her mouth open, and then ran upstairs to see. 'Well,' she said when
she returned, 'It's very strange. I wonder how those scratches appeared ... They're too high for
a dog, a cat or a rat to make. Don't say anything to Mr. Abney, but remember to lock your
door when you go to bed tonight.' 
'Oh, I always do,' replied Stephen. 
The next evening, the second strange thing happened. Mr. Parkes, the servant, visited Stephen
and Mrs. Bunch in Mrs. Bunch's room. He did not often come to see them there. When he
came in, he didn't at �rst notice that Stephen was there. He seemed very nervous and uneasy.
'Mr. Abney will have to get his own wine if he wants a drink in the evenings,' he said. 'If I can't
go down and get it in the daytime. I won't go at all. There's something very strange down there
under the house, you know - maybe it's the wind or maybe it's rats, but I don't think so …and
I don't like it.' 
'Don't talk like that,' answered Mrs. Bunch. 'You'll frighten young Stephen.' 
Mr. Parkes suddenly noticed Stephen for the �rst time and quickly said, with a nervous laugh,
'Oh, I was only joking, you know.' 
But Stephen knew that it wasn't a joke, and he was worried. He asked a lot of questions, but
Mr. Parkes refused to tell him any more about the noises under the house. 
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It was now March 24, 1812, a strange day, windy and noisy. Stephen stood in the garden and
felt as if it was full of ghosts, people he couldn't see who were �ying in the wind and trying to
contact living people in the real world. After lunch that day, Mr. Abney said. 'Stephen, my boy,
will you come to my library late tonight at eleven o'clock? I will be busy until then but I want to
show you something about your future life. Don't tell Mrs. Bunch or anyone else in the house.
Just go to your room at the usual time.' Stephen was excited. He could sit up until eleven
o'clock! He looked in at the library door when he was on his way upstairs that evening and he
saw on the table a silver cup �lled with red wine and an old piece of paper with words on it. At
about ten o'clock, Stephen was standing at the open window of his bedroom, looking out over
the night-time countryside. The wind was not so strong now and there was a full moon.
Suddenly he heard some strange cries - 'Perhaps someone lost in the night?' he thought. 'Or
water birds down on the lake in the park?' The noises grew louder and came nearer the house.
Then they stopped. But just as Stephen was about to close his window and continue reading
his book, he saw two children standing outside under the dark trees, a boy and a girl. They
stood together, looking up at his window. The girl reminded him of the girl in his dream about
the bath. And the sight of the boy made him feel afraid. The girl was smiling, holding her hands
over her heart. The boy, with his untidy black hair and old clothes, stretched his hands out
helplessly in front of him. His �ngernails were very long and dirty. As the boy stood there with
his arms held out, Stephen suddenly saw something which made his hair stand on end. He
could not believe his eyes. There, on the leftside of the boy's chest, was a large black hole.
Again Stephen heard the children's terrible, sad cries; then they disappeared. Although he was
badly frightened, Stephen decided to go to Mr. Abney's library. It was now nearly eleven
o'clock. He walked very fast through the dark old house, quiet at this time of night with all the
servants in bed. But when he arrived at the library, the door would not open. It was not locked
and the key was on the outside, but when he knocked there was no answer. He listened
carefully and he heard Mr. Abney speaking…no, crying out. But why? Perhaps he too could see
the strange children? Then, suddenly, everything was quiet and the library door opened by
itself. Mr. Abney was in his chair, his head thrown back and his eyes wide, with a look of terrible
fear and pain on his face. On the left side of his chest was a large hole and Stephen could see
his heart. But there was no blood on his hands and the long knife on the table was completely
clean. The window of the library was open and the wind blew the curtains in a terrible dance.
An old book was open on the table and this is what Stephen read: 
'Thousands of years ago, people discovered that you could control the world, disappear or
become someone or something else…all by magic. But to be able to use this magic, it is
necessary �rst to take out the hearts of three young people, under twenty-one years of age. I
have spent almost twenty years carefully choosing three young people who I could kill without
anybody noticing. First was Phoebe Stanley on March 24, 1791. Second was an Italian boy,
Giovanni Paoli, on March 23, 1805. And tonight, on March 24, 1812, the last child to die for me
will be my cousin, Stephen Elliot. No one will ever �nd the bodies of these children. I have
hidden the �rst two in my wine cellar, under the �oor, and I will do the same with the third
child tonight. The ghosts of these children may come back, the books tell me, crying horribly.
They may try to take the heart of the man who killed them but this will not happen to me, I am
sure.' 
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Stephen �nished reading and looked at the body of his elderly cousin. Quietly, he left the
room and closed the door. 
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For many years people wondered about Mr. Abney's death. 'It must have been a wild cat that
came in through the open window and killed the poor man,' they said. But Stephen knew the
truth. 
  
James, M. R. The Locked Room and Other Horror Stories. London: Pearson Education, 2000. 
According to the story above we can say: 
I -  In the library, Stephen read a book which said that for people to control the world,
disappear or become someone or something else, by magic, it’d be necessary �rst to take out
the hearts of three young people, under twenty-one years of age. 
II -  The �rst victim, who had his heart removed, was Phoebe Stanley on March 24, 1791, and
the second one was an Italian boy, Giovanni Paoli, on March 23, 1805. 
III -  Stephen didn’t understand that the third victim would be him that night. 
IV -  The words read in the book by Stephen also said that nobody would ever �nd the
corpses. 
V -  The bodies of the children who had their hearts extracted from their chests were hidden in
Mr. Abney’s cellar, more precisely, under the �oor. 
Mark the right alternative: 
 
Only I, II, IV and V are correct. 
Only I is correct.
Only II is correct.
Only III is correct.
Only I, III and IV are correct.
Only I, II, IV and V are correct. 
Resposta: E 
Comentário: apenas as a�rmações I, II, IV e V estão corretas. I: Na biblioteca,
Stephen leu um livro que dizia que para as pessoas controlarem o mundo,
desaparecerem ou se tornarem alguém ou algo, por mágica, seria necessário
primeiro arrancar os corações de três jovens, com menos de 21 anos. II: A
primeira vítima, que teve seu coração removido, foi Phoebe Stanley, no dia 24 de
março de 1971, e a segunda foi um garoto italiano, Giovanni Paoli, no dia 23 de
março de 1805. IV: As palavras lidas no livro, por Stephen, também diziam que
ninguém jamais encontraria os cadáveres. V: Os corpos das crianças que tiveram
seus corações arrancados do peito foram escondidos na adega do Sr. Abney,
mais precisamente, debaixo do piso.
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Read the fable below and the statements related to it: 
                         
Mr. Coyote was getting very old and had to be more careful for his own safety. He had been
walking for hours and hours through a beautiful valley when he came upon a large tree. Mr.
Coyote was very tired and wanted to rest, but he also needed to be safe. He kindly asked the
tree, "Please open up so I can rest safely in your care". 
 
The tree opened up so that Mr. Coyote could go inside to rest, then it closed to keep him safe.
Mr. Coyote slept for hours. When he woke up he could not remember what he had said to
make the tree open. He said, "Let me out, Mr. Tree", but nothing happened. He said, "Please let
me out now!" and again nothing happened. The tree didn’t even creak. Mr. Coyote knocked on
the tree, but it would not open up. Mr. Tree was upset with Mr. Coyote for not having said
please the �rst time he spoke to the tree! It let him rest a little longer. 
Because the birds heard Mr. Coyote banging 
on the inside of the tree, they came down to peck on the tree to help get him out. But they
were too small and the tree was just too big! Finally Mr. Woodpecker came down and pecked a
hole in the tree. Although it was a very small hole, it caused Mr. Woodpecker to get a bent
beak! This meant he couldn’t peck on the tree anymore. 
 
Mr. Coyote put one hand out the hole, but he could not �t through. He then tried his leg but
still he could not �t through. He had to come up with a way to escape since Mr. Woodpecker's
beak was now bent. Mr. Coyote knew there had to be a way. "Ah, come on you old ugly tree,"
he cried, "Just let me out!" But still nothing happened, just the silence around him. 
Mr. Coyote decided to take o� his arms one at a time and put them through the small hole. He
then put his legs through one at a time by taking them o�. He put his body through by taking
it o�. This was working out �ne. I’ll show you Mr. Tree, you can’t keep me in here, he thought. 
Next Mr. Coyote tried to put his head through the hole, but it was too big. His ears were in the
way. So he took o� his ears and put them through the hole. He again tried his head, but his
eyes were too big. Mr. Coyote took his eyes o� and put them through the hole. 
 
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Mr. Raven saw the eyes and �ew down to take them. Then Mr. Raven �ew back up high in the
tree with Mr. Coyote's eyes. They were such beautiful eyes, blue like the sky, and would be a
treasure to put in his hiding spot! 
Mr. Coyote �nally put his head through the hole. He then put himself back together. One piece
at a time he became a whole coyote again. But after he put his head on he could not �nd his
eyes. He was feeling all over. His ears were listeningto hear him touch his eyes, but not a
sound could be heard from his eyes. His �ngers were being careful while feeling around, but
still no eyes were found. 
Mr. Coyote knew he could not let the animals know he was blind. He felt his way to a wild rose
bush; he then put two rose petals in for his eyes. This would cover the blindness for a little
while, but he would have to keep looking for his eyes. Surely they were close by! 
Along came Mr. Snail who saw Mr. Coyote with the rose petals in his eyes. He asked Mr.
Coyote, "Why do you have those rose petals in your eyes?" 
Mr. Coyote said, "Because they are very beautiful. They have lovely colors. You can try them if
you want and I will hold your eyes." 
 
Mr. Snail took o� his eyes. He put them into Mr. Coyote’s hands and tried the rose petals in his
eyes. Then Mr. Coyote put Mr. Snail's eyes into his head and ran o� with his long tail wagging. 
To this day Mr. Snail is crawling with his head down looking for his eyes. And all coyotes have
brown eyes instead of blue; this is because Mr. Coyote was naughty when he took Mr. Snail’s
eyes. And Mr. Raven still has those beautiful blue eyes in his secret hiding place, but he cannot
return them because the secret hiding place was so secret not even Mr. Raven can �nd it! 
 
Disponível em: http://www.magickeys.com/books/coyote/. Acesso em: 28 de abr. 2016. 
I -  As Mr. Coyote was getting old and he had been walking for hours and hours through a
beautiful valley, he decided to rest a little as soon as he found a tree. 
II -  After sleeping safely inside the tree for some hours, Mr. Coyote woke up and then needed
to get out. Seeing this, the tree gently opened up again in order to let Mr. Coyote free. 
III -  As soon as the birds around heard Mr. Coyote asking for some help, they started to peck
the tree so that Mr. Coyote could get out of it. 
IV -  It wasn’t Mr. Raven who �ew down to pick Mr. Coyote’s blue eyes. 
V -  Since Mr. Coyote couldn’t �nd his eyes he decided to disguise his blindness using rose
petals. 
Mark the right alternative:
Only I, III and V are correct.
Only I is correct.
Only I, III and IV are correct.
Only II and IV are correct.
Only I, III and V are correct.
Only II and V are correct. 
 
Resposta: D 
Comentário: as únicas a�rmações corretas sobre o texto são I, III e V. I: Como o
Sr. Coiote estava �cando velho e já estava caminhando há horas por um lindo
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vale, decidiu descansar um pouco assim que encontrou uma árvore; III: Assim
que os pássaros que estavam ao redor ouviram o Sr. Coiote pedindo ajuda, eles
começaram a bicar a árvore para que o Sr. Coiote pudesse sair dela; V: Uma vez
que o Sr. Coiote não pôde achar seus olhos, decidiu disfarçar sua cegueira usando
pétalas de rosas. 
 
Pergunta 8
Resposta Selecionada: d. 
Respostas: a. 
b. 
c. 
d. 
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Read the text below and the statements about it: 
 
I -  O rei da Arábia Saudita anunciou que uma ponte unindo o país ao Egito será construída
sobre o Mar Vermelho. 
II -  A ponte impulsionará o comércio entre a Arábia e o Egito. 
III -  Apenas a Arábia apoiou o Egito �nanceiramente desde que o Presidente Sisi assumiu o
poder. 
IV -  Não houve manifestações nas ruas quando o Presidente Sisi assumiu o poder. 
V -  Não há questões religiosas envolvidas na questão da construção da ponte. 
Assinale a alternativa correta:
Apenas I e II são corretas.
Apenas I e IV são corretas.
Apenas II e IV são corretas.
Apenas I, III e V são corretas.
Apenas I e II são corretas.
Apenas a II é correta.
Resposta: D 
Comentário: as a�rmações I e II reiteram o que está presente no texto em: "Saudi
Arabia's king has announced that a bridge linking the country to Egypt will be
built over the Red Sea."; "King Salman said in a statement that the bridge would
boost commerce between the two allies."
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Pergunta 9
Resposta Selecionada: c. 
Respostas: a. 
b. 
c. 
d. 
e. 
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What are we probably going to read about according to the following headline?  
 
Mark the right alternative:
Something related to sports in Kashmir.
Colleges in Kashmir.
Hair styles in Pakistan.
Something related to sports in Kashmir.
Poor quality of food in Kashmir.
A plague outbreak in India.
Resposta: C 
Comentário: de acordo com a manchete da notícia, infere-se que o assunto a ser
tratado esteja relacionado a um esporte, na cidade de Kashmir ("cricket" =
críquete). *jogo que se disputa em um gramado, entre duas equipes de 11
jogadores, com uma pequena bola maciça e pás de madeira para batê-la e rebatê-
la entre as balizas de um lado e do outro.
Pergunta 10
Resposta Selecionada: c. 
Respostas: a. 
b. 
c. 
d. 
e. 
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Which alternative presents the main ingredient of the dish below? 
 
Mark the right alternative:
Caranguejo.
Linguado.
Pimenta.
Caranguejo.
Camarão.
Sardinha.
Resposta: C 
Comentário: o principal ingrediente da receita é o caranguejo. Quando se lê
"Make the most of crab with our 5 cracking recipes", entende-se que é possível
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Sexta-feira, 23 de Novembro de 2018 21h53min34s BRST
tirar o máximo de proveito do crustáceo em cinco receitas. Portanto, ele é o
carro-chefe da receita.
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