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  3. In 1830, only a few miles away from what is now the great city of Cincinnati, lay an immense and almost unbroken forest. The who

In 1830, only a few miles away from what is now the great city of Cincinnati, lay an immense and almost unbroken forest. The who

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问题    In 1830, only a few miles away from what is now the great city of Cincinnati, lay an immense and almost unbroken forest. The whole region was sparsely settled by people of the frontier—restless souls who no sooner had hewn fairly habitable homes out of the wilderness and attained to that degree of prosperity which today we should call indigence, then, impelled by some mysterious impulse of their nature, they abandoned all and pushed farther westward, to encounter new perils and privations in the effort to regain the meagre comforts which they had voluntarily renounced. Many of them had already forsaken that region for the remoter settlements, but among those remaining was one who had been of those first arriving. He lived alone in a house of logs surrounded on all sides by the great forest, of whose gloom and silence he seemed a part, for no one had ever known him to smile nor speak a needless word. His simple wants were supplied by the sale or barter of skins of wild animals in the river town, for not a thing did he grow upon the land which, if needful, he might have claimed by right of undisturbed possession. There were evidences of "improvement"—a few acres of ground immediately about the house had once been cleared of its trees, the decayed stumps of which were half concealed by the new growth that had been suffered to repair the ravage wrought by the axe. Apparently the man’s zeal for agriculture had burned with a failing flame, expiring in penitential ashes.
   The little log house, with its chimney of sticks, its roof of warping clapboards weighted with traversing poles and its" chinking" of clay, had a single door and, directly opposite, a window. The latter, however, was boarded up—nobody could remember a time when it was not. And none knew why it was so closed; certainly not because of the occupant’s dislike of light and air, for on those rare occasions when a hunter had passed that lonely spot the recluse had commonly been seen sunning himself on his doorstep if heaven had provided sunshine for his need. I fancy there are few persons living today who ever knew the secret of that window, but I am one.
   The man’s name was said to be Murloek. He was apparently seventy years old, actually about fifty. Something besides years had had a hand in his ageing. His hair and long, full beard were white, his grey, lustreless eyes sunken, his face singularly seamed with wrinkles which appeared to belong to two intersecting systems. In figure he was tall and spare, with a stoop of the shoulders—a burden bearer.
   One day Murloek was found in his cabin, dead. It was not a time and place for coroners and newspapers, and I suppose it was agreed that he had died from natural causes or I should have been told, and should remember. I know only that with what was probably a sense of the fitness of things the body was buried near the cabin, alongside the grave of his wife, who had preceded him by so many years that local tradition had retained hardly a hint of her existence. That closes the final chapter of this true story. But there is an earlier chapter—that supplied by my grandfather.
   When Murloek built his cabin and began laying sturdily about with his axe to hew out a farm—the rifle, meanwhile, his means of support—he was young, strong and full of hope. In that eastern country whence he came he had married, as was the fashion, a young woman in all ways worthy of his honest devotion, who shared the dangers and privations of his lot with a willing spirit and light heart. There is no known record of her name; of her charms of mind and person tradition is silent and the doubter is at liberty to entertain his doubt; but God forbid that l should share it! Of their affection and happiness there is abundant assurance in every added day of the man’s widowed life; for what but the magnetism of a blessed memory could have chained that venturesome spirit to a lot like that?
   One day Murlock returned from gunning in a distant part of the forest to find his wife lying on the floor with fever, and delirious. There was no physician within miles, no neighbour; nor was she in a condition to be left, to summon help. So he set about the task of nursing her back to health, but at the end of the third clay she fell into unconsciousness arid so passed away, apparently, with never a gleam of returning reason.  
What do we know about Murlock’s wife?
选项 A、She was a character with great charm and beauty.
B、More imaginary space about her life was left.
C、She used to entertain other people in her house.
D、She was young, delicate and devoted.
答案B
解析 推断题。由题干中的wife定位至倒数第三段，该段最后提到男人的妻子之后，倒数第二段开始回顾两人过去的生活。在倒数第二段中，第二句提到a young woman in all ways worthy of his honest devotion，这里只提到她妻子年轻，devotion是指男人对妻子的爱，delicate和devoted没有依据，排除[D]；第三句指出There is no known record of her name；of her charms of mind and person tradition is silent，可见[A]无依据，排除；由the doubter is at liberty to entertain his doubt可以推断人们对男人妻子的情况随意进行猜测，[B]符合文意，故为答案。[C]是针对entertain设计的干扰项，文中没有该项表述，排除。  
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