(1) He had arranged to meet Sally on Saturday in the National Gallery. She was to come there as soon as she was released from th

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问题    (1) He had arranged to meet Sally on Saturday in the National Gallery. She was to come there as soon as she was released from the shop and had agreed to lunch with him. Two days had passed since he had seen her, and his exultation (得意感) had not left him for a moment. It was because he rejoiced in the feeling that he had not attempted to see her. He had repeated to himself exactly what he would say to her and how he should say it. Now his impatience was unbearable. He had written to Doctor South and had in his pocket a telegram from him received that morning: "Sacking the mumpish (愠怒的) fool. When will you come?" Philip walked along Parliament Street. It was a fine day, and there was a bright, frosty sun which made the light dance in the street. It was crowded. There was a tenuous mist in the distance, and it softened exquisitely the noble lines of the buildings. He crossed Trafalgar Square. Suddenly his heart gave a sort of twist in his body: he saw a woman in front of him who he thought was Mildred. She had the same figure, and she walked with that slight dragging of the feet which was so characteristic of her. Without thinking, but with a beating heart, he hurried till he came alongside, and then, when the woman turned, he saw it was someone unknown to him. It was the face of a much older person, with a lined, yellow skin. He slackened his pace. He was infinitely relieved, but it was not only relief that he felt: it was disappointment too: he was seized with horror of himself. Would he never be free from that passion? At the bottom of his heart, notwithstanding everything, he felt that a strange, desperate thirst for that vile woman would always linger. That love had caused him so much suffering that he knew he would never, never quite be free of it.
   (2) But he wrenched the pang from his heart. He thought of Sally, with her kind blue eyes: and his lips unconsciously formed themselves into a smile. He walked up the steps of the National Gallery and sat down in the first room, so that he should see her the moment she came in. It always comforted him to get among pictures. He looked at none in particular, but allowed the magnificence of their colour, the beauty of their lines, to work upon his soul. His imagination was busy with Sally. It would be pleasant to take her away from that London in which she seemed an unusual figure, like a cornflower in a shop among orchids and azaleas: he had learned in the Kentish hop-field that she did not belong to the town: and he was sure that she would blossom under the soft skies of Dorset to a rarer beauty. She came in, and he got up to meet her. She was in black, with white cuffs at her wrists and a lawn collar round her neck. They shook hands.
   (3) He realised that he had deceived himself: it was no self-sacrifice that had driven him to think of marrying, but the desire for a wife and a home and love: and now that it all seemed to slip through his fingers he was seized with despair. He wanted all that more than anything in the world. What did he care for Spain and its cities, Cordova, Toledo, Leon: what to him were the pagodas of Burmah and the lagoons of South Sea Islands? America was here and now. It seemed to him that all his life he had followed the ideals that other people, by their words or their writings, had instilled into him, and never the desires of his own heart. Always his course had been swayed by what he thought he should do and never by what he wanted with his whole soul to do. He put all that aside now with a gesture of impatience. He had lived always in the future, and the present always, always had slipped through his fingers. His ideals? He thought of his desire to make a design, intricate and beautiful, out of the myriad, meaningless facts of life: had he not seen also that the simplest pattern, that in which a man was born, worked, married, had children, and died, was likewise the most perfect? It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories.
It can be concluded from the passage that______.

选项 A、Philip was greatly attached to Sally
B、Philip no longer had feelings for Mildred
C、Philip could never be free from the passion for Mildred
D、Philip did not attempt to meet Sally

答案A

解析 推断题。A在原文中虽没有直接点明,但多处都能看到线索。如第一段第三、四句中提到的菲利普激动狂喜的心情;第二段第二句中提到他想到莎莉时嘴角无意识地露出了微笑;第二段第六句提到他一刻不停地思念着莎莉。这些都反映出菲利普非常喜欢莎莉,故A为答案。根据第一段最后三句,在菲利普内心深处,他对米尔德丽德还是怀有不可名状而强烈的爱慕之情,这种爱慕之情时时萦绕心头,说明菲利普对米尔德丽德还是有感觉的,故排除B;根据第一段最后两句和第二段前两句,尽管菲利普对米尔德丽德的爱慕之情时时萦绕心头,但接着说他想到莎莉,他的嘴角无意识地露出了微笑,说明他并不会真的永远摆脱不了这种激情的束缚,故排除C;根据第一段第四、五句,菲利普在等待的两天里非常激动高兴,反复练习着他要对莎莉讲的话,以及讲话时应有怎样的语调和神态,所以才不急着见莎莉,D选项所述曲解文意,故排除。
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