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Excerpt from creative cuisine marie devers 1levi grated lemon zest into the whipped cream cheese and jabbed his pinky in the sweet icing for a sample. he suspected his latest creation required powdered sugar, so he located the canister and sprinkled raw sugar into his concoction. his second taste test revealed that his lemon cream pies were developing perfectly. the recipe had appeared in a simpler form on a teen cooking web site, but levi contemplated the recipe for days before attempting it. when he was satisfied that he could make it unique with final touches like lemon zest, he proceeded to the kitchen. one important character trait which levi to compete well is revealed in the first paragraph. it is that a) he is often fearful. b) he thinks before he acts. c) he tends to be suspicious. d) he is good at finding hidden things.

What is the problem with the following sentence: cameron, who has an extreme and unreasonable suspicion of other people and their motives, suffers from paranoia which is a psychological disorder characterized by delusions of persecution or grandeur, was absolutely sure that someone was following him even though he was absolutely alone and hadn't seen a car for miles and miles.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream