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Q3.  Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow: (25) 

        At about 8 0'clock in the evening, I entered the little town near the airport, and made my way to the inn in which I passed the first night of my month's holiday. I had chosen this particular inn at random, but it had been comfortable and quiet as there were few other guests. On my walking tour, I had stopped where my fancy dictated and lingered on in one place, with no one to please but myself. I had experienced no difficulty anywhere in finding accommodation, so it had never entered my head that it would be sensible to make arrangements in advance for my last night. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the inn was overflowing with delegates to some conference. The inn-keeper apologised profusely at having no room for me this time and offered me a most inviting dinner. I didn't however stop for this as I wanted to find some place to sleep before eating. It was a vain search. Delegates were everywhere, from the modest inn to the most expensive hotel. When I came back to the market square for the third time, I sat down on a bench, feeling weary and worried. I would have gone to the police station but I was uncertain whether they took in innocent lodgers, and I didn't want to be considered a suspicious character, lest find myself their guest for more than one night and mis my plane home. There seemed no alternative to a night in the open, which didn't anticipate with pleasure, since it was a chilly evening, with the possibility of frost. I decided that had better follow the custom of many homeless souls and wrap myself up in newspapers. 

      I got up from the bench to look for a late news-vendor, hoping that there might be at least one who has not sold out. In this, I was lucky. Round the firstcomer, I found a stall half full of newspapers, with pictures of the conference on their front pages. I brought two dozen, the number I had calculated I should need to keep myself warm. Then I began to think of food. It was too late to expect to get dinner in the place full of delegates, so l wandered round the deserted streets, looking for a coffee stall, or an all-night cafe. I pictured myself in the latter, dozing over innumerable cups of tea or coffee and reading my two dozen papers from cover to cover. I was not really sure if I should be allowed to stay there throughout the night. In the end I found a rest house for workmen, such as one usually finds for sailors. It had a restaurant, bathrooms and beds in dormitories or cubicles. I chose a cubicle and gladly paid the small sum for it and for a hot supper and bath. I dropped all the newspapers into a waste paper basket before went to bed. On the plane next morning, I remembered that I had not read one of them, nor asked anybody what the conference was about. ​

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