For the fifth day in succession I set out on the wearisome search for a house. My
husband had been very ill and the doctor was insistent that we must give up living in the
town. It was essential for him to breathe the pure air of the country, if he was to get strong
again. So I was feverishly house hunting of course. I had seen innumerable houses, but there
was something wrong with all of them. Some were too large, some too small. Some were
surrounded by too much land and some had so little garden that it was practically non-
existent, some would never have repaired since they were built; roof-tiles were missing,
walls and ceilings were cracked wood work was rotting, paint peeling. It would require a
fortune to make them habitable. Some were so ugly outside that I make attempt to penetrate
to the interior. I was sure that one house was haunted could feel a ghostly presence
following me from room to room and feel the swish of skirts that I could not see. I have
never been afraid of ghost but I did not want to share my home with one. I have heard too
many tales of the tricks that spirit occupants of houses can get up to, if they are attended by
the living owners. It would be uncomfortable to be on bad terms with a companion who was
alive, but intolerable with a dead one.
The morning of the fifth day brought no better result and I was so disappointed that I
nearly give up looking at anything more that week. However, something impelled me to go
on after lunch, and I found exactly what I wanted.
1.write the types of houses seen by the narrator?
2.what does the passage describe?
3.what do you have to say about the writers opinion that some houses had never been properly looked after?
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