8．John Blanchard stood up from the bench，straightened his Army uniform，and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station．He looked for the girl whose heart he knew，but whose face he didn't，the girl with the rose．
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library．Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued[1]，not with the words of the book，but with the notes penciled in the margin．The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind．In the front of the book，he discovered the previous owner's name，Miss Hollis Maynell．With time and effort he located her address．She lived in New York City．He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond．The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II．
During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail．Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart．A romance was starting Blanchard requested a photograph，but she refused．She felt that if he really cared，it wouldn't matter what she looked like．
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe，they scheduled their first meeting-7：00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York．"You'll recognize me，"she wrote，"by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel[1]．"So at 7：00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved，but whose face he'd never seen．
I'll let Mr．Blanchard tell you what happened：A young woman was coming toward me，her figure long and slim．Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears； her eyes were blue as flowers．Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness，and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive．I started her，entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose．As I moved，a small，attractive smile curved her lips．"Going my way，sailor？"she murmured．
Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her，and then I saw Hollis Maynell．She was standing almost directly behind the girl．A woman well past 40，she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat．She was more than plump，her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes．The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away．I felt as though I was split in two，so keen was my desire to follow her，and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own．
And there she stood．Her pale，plump face was gentle and sensible，her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle．I did not hesitate．My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her．
This would not be love，but it would be something precious，something perhaps even better than love，a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful．I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman，even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment．"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard，and you must be Miss Maynell．I am so glad you could meet me； may I take you to dinner？"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile．"I don't know what this is about，son，"she answered，"but the young lady in the green suit who just went by，she begged me to wear this rose on my coat．And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner，I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street．She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom． The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive．"Tell me whom you love，"Houssaye wrote，"And I will tell you who you are．"
55． How did John Blanchard get to know Miss Hollis Maynell？C
A． They lived in the same city．
B． They were both interested in literature．
C． John knew Hollis's name from a library book．
D． John came across Hollis in a Florida library．
56． Hollis refused to send Blanchard a photo becauseC．
A． she was only a middle-aged woman
B． she wasn't confident about her appearance
C． she thought true love is beyond appearance
D． she had never taken any photo before they knew
57． How could Blanchard recognize Hollis？A
A． She would be wearing a rose on her coat．
B． She would be holding a book in her hand．
C． She would be standing behind a young girl．
D． She would be wearing a scarf around her neck．
58． What was the real Miss Hollis Maynell like？D
A． She was a plump woman with graying hair．
B． She was a slightly fat girl，with blonde hair．
C． She was a middle-aged woman in her forties．
D． She was a young，pretty girl wearing a green suit．
59． When Blanchard went over to greet the woman，he wasB．
A． satisfied and confident
B．disappointed but well-behaved
C． annoyed and bad-mannered
D．shocked but inspired
60． Which of the following can be the best title for the passage？A
A．A Test of Love B．The Symbol of Rose
C． Love is blind D．Don't Judge a Book by its Cover．
分析 文章講述了一個愛情故事，幾年來男女主人翁一直都是書信來往，深深牽掛著對方，但是卻不知道對方的長相，后來男的服役回來，約好在咖啡館見面的，女的找了一個老太婆假意試探男的，男的誤以為是那個女的其實就是老人，卻不離不棄，最后知道了真相，贏得女孩的心．
解答 55．C 細節(jié)理解題：從文章第二段的句子：In the front of the book，he discovered the previous owner's name，Miss Hollis Maynell．可知John Blanchard 是通過圖書館的書知道 Miss Hollis Maynell 的名字的，選C
56．C 細節(jié)理解題：從文章第三段的句子：A romance was starting Blanchard requested a photograph，but she refused．She felt that if he really cared，it wouldn't matter what she looked like．可知Miss Hollis Maynell 拒絕給John Blanchard 照片是因為她認為真愛是超過了外貌的，選 C
57．A 細節(jié)理解題：從文章第四段的句子："You'll recognize me，"she wrote，"by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel．"可知John Blanchard 是通過外套上戴的玫瑰花辨認Miss Hollis Maynell的，選 A
58．D 細節(jié)理解題：從文章第五段的描述，和倒數(shù)第二段的句子："but the young lady in the green suit who just went by，she begged me to wear this rose on my coat．可知真正的Miss Hollis Maynell 是一個年輕漂亮穿綠色套裝的女孩，選D
59．B 細節(jié)理解題：從文章倒數(shù)第三段的句子：I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman，even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment可知當Blanchard 去問候這個婦女的時候，他的內心很失望但是舉止是得體的，選B
60．A 標題確定題：文章講述了一個愛情故事，為了檢驗真愛，聰明的女孩找了一個老太太來試探男孩，所以選A．
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