From the porch, the cabin looked as quaint and rustic as the website had promised. i hoisted my duffel to my hip, unlocked the door with the key i’d been sent, and stepped into the warm air of the mountain home. the floorboards creaked a welcome as i investigated. i admired the piney living room, noting the stone hearth and the dappled afternoon light on the walls. then i made my way toward the sole bedroom at the end of the hall. i glanced at the eyelet bedcover, the mantle clock, and the antique mirror. wait. i glanced again at the mirror and impulsively brushed my hair from my eyes, balking at the coloring of the wayward wisps. how could it be? my hand touched my skin—the image i faced was a much older version of myself. i backed away, watching my wrinkled face retreat. i tripped on the doorjamb, stubbed my toe on an errant nail, and nearly toppled over my own luggage as i lunged for the door. what technique does the author use to build suspense in the excerpt?

Julius caesar. [brutus.] with this, she fell distraught, and, her attendants absent, swallowed fire. cassius. and died so? brutus. even so. cassius. o ye immortal gods! [enter lucius, with wine and taper] brutus. speak no more of her. give me a bowl of wine. in this i bury all unkindness, cassius. cassius. my heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. fill, lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; i cannot drink too much of brutus' love. [exit lucius. enter titinius, with messala] brutus. come in, titinius; welcome, good messala. now sit we close about this taper here, and call in question our necessities. cassius. portia, art thou gone? brutus. no more, i pray you. what moral dilemma does brutus confront in this excerpt? brutus lets go of his anger toward cassius and forgives him. brutus decides that he will not mourn portia and will stay loyal to cassius. brutus decides that he is too angry at cassius to remain friends with him. brutus questions whether cassius's life should be ended.