What are two possible pieces of evidence you could use to show that proctor finds redemption?
[mark all correct answers]
a. proctor: with a cry of his whole soul: because it is my name! because i cannot have another in my life! because i lie and sign myself to lies! because i am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang!
b. proctor: i have confessed myself! is there no good penitence but it be public?
c. proctor: you are the high court, your word is good enough! tell them i confessed myself; say proctor broke his knees and wept like a woman; say what you will, but my name cannot -
d. proctor, his eyes fully of tears: i can. and there's your first marvel, that i can. you have made your magic now, for now i do think i see some shred of goodness in john proctor.

lil whire

explanation:

the correct answer is a "it describes nora and mrs. linde's relationship". opcions b and d are not related to the content of the passage in any way. option c could be appropiate but it does not fully capture the effect of the dialogue, while option a is quite appropiate, since the dialogue not only exemplifies the relationship between the characters, but it also captures the effect in the excerpt. we get to know that mrs linde bosses around and already knows nora.

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.

the answer is "the man who came here yesterday was selling magazines."