Read the following excerpt from O. Henry’s short story “A Retrieved Reformation.” Which inference is supported by the excerpt? Jimmy Valentine put on his coat, and walked outside the railings towards the front door. As he went he thought he heard a far-away voice that he once knew call "Ralph!" But he never hesitated.

At the door a big man stood somewhat in his way.

"Hello, Ben!" said Jimmy, still with his strange smile. "Got around at last, have you? Well, let's go. I don't know that it makes much difference, now."

And then Ben Price acted rather strangely.

"Guess you're mistaken, Mr. Spencer," he said. "Don't believe I recognize you. Your buggy's waiting for you, ain't it?" And Ben Price turned and strolled down the street.

A. Jimmy Valentine thinks that Ben Price is the real Ralph Spencer.
B. Ben Price believes that Jimmy Valentine is stealing again.
C. Jimmy Valentine believes that Ben Price is going to arrest him.
D. Ben Price doesn’t recognize Jimmy Valentine at the bank.

Read these sentences from the excerpt: i would sometimes say to them, i wished i could be as free as theywould be when they got to be men. "you will be free as soon as you aretwenty-one, but i am a slave for life! have not l as good a right to befree as you have? how does the use of a rhetorical question advance the author's purposeof showing that all people deserve freedom? it shows the reader that douglass is unsure of hisstatements.it indicates that douglass believes he deserves freedom.oit demonstrates that douglass is questioning his beliefs.it reminds the reader that some questions areunanswerable

What does water to a paste meaning?

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.