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The house and the people were new to her. They had given her a key, as most did. Angela had a cat to feed and a rubber plant to water. These tasks done, she went upstairs, feeling excited, and into the bedroom where she supposed they slept.
They had left it very tidy, the bed made with the covers drawn tight, everything on the dressing table neatly arranged. She opened the cupboards and had a look at their clothes. Then she examined the contents of the dressing‑table drawers. A box of jewellery, scarves, handkerchiefs that no one used any more. Another drawer was full of face creams and cosmetics. In the last one was a bundle of letters, tied up with pink ribbon. Angela untied the ribbon and read the letters which were from Nigel to Maria, the people who lived here, love letters written before they were married and full of endearments, pet names and promises of what he would do to her next time they met and how he expected she would respond.
She read them again before tying the ribbon round them and putting them back. Letters were a treat, she rarely came upon any in her explorations of other people's houses. Letters, like so many other things, had gone out of fashion. She went downstairs again, repeating under her breath some of the phrases Nigel had written and savouring them.
In the street where she lived Angela was much in demand as baby‑sitter, dog‑walker, cat‑feeder and general carer. Her clients, as she called them, thought her absolutely reliable and trustworthy. No one had ever suspected that she explored their houses while alone in them. After all, it had never occurred to Peter and Louise to place hairs across drawer handles; Elizabeth would hardly have known how to examine objects for fingerprints; Miriam and George were not observant people. Besides, they trusted her.
Angela lived alone in the house that had been her parents' and spent one weekend a month staying with her aunt in the Cotswolds, and while there she went to the Methodist church on Sunday. She had a job in the bank half a mile away. Once a year she and another single woman she had met at work went to Torquay or Bournemouth for a fortnight's holiday. She had never been out with a man, she never met any men except the ones in the street, who were married or living with a partner. She had no real friends. She knitted, she read a lot, she slept ten hours a night.
Sometimes she asked herself how she had come to this way of living, why her life had not followed the pattern of other women's, why it had been without adventure or even event, but she could only answer that this was the way it had happened. Gradually it had happened without her seeing an alternative or knowing how to stop its inexorable progress to what it had become. Until, that is, Humphrey asked her to feed the cat while he was away and from that beginning she built up her business.
She had keys to eleven houses. Caring for them, their owners' children, elderly parents, pets and plants, had become her only paid employment for, thankful to do so at last, she had given up her job. At first, performing these tasks punctually and efficiently had been enough; the gratitude she received and the payment. She liked her neighbours' dependence on her. She had become indispensable and that gave her pleasure. But after a time she had grown restless, sitting in John and Julia's living room with a sleeping baby upstairs; she had felt frustrated as she locked Humphrey's door and went home after feeding the cat. There should be something more, though more what? One night, when Diana's baby cried and she had been in to quieten it, her footsteps, as if independently of her will, took her along the passage into its parents' bedroom. And so it began.
The contents of cupboards and drawers, the bank statements and bills, Louise's diary that was her most prized find, Ken's certificates, Miriam's diplomas, Peter's prospectuses, Diana's holiday snapshots, all this showed her what life was. That it was the life of other people and not hers did not much trouble her. It educated her. Searching for it, finding new aspects of it, additions to what had been examined and learned before, was something to look forward to. There had not been much looking forward in her existence, or much looking back, come to that.
Ruth RENDELL, Blood lines, 1996.

I – COMPRÉHENSION



1.In which country is the story set? Justify (2 quotes).






2. What sort of narrative is this?






3.Fill in the grid about the main character.

Name

Former job

Present job

Marital status

Love life

Friends

Hobbies



4.What does her current job consist in?






5.What else does she do when she is in her neighbours’ houses?






6."Letters were a treat" (l. 13). In the following list, find at least one synonym that fits the use of the word treat in this context : entertainment, source of gratification, delectable dish, surprise, amusement, gift. Then justify your choice by quoting the text.




7.Find at least two examples in the text showing that her clients had confidence in her.






8.Read again from line 22 to 27. Choose the adjective that best describes Angela’s life. Explain your choice in your own words.

exciting
hectic
uneventful
busy







9.Pick out two sentences that show that her new job makes her feel important.








10.Which of the two jobs does she prefer: her former job or the new one? Quote the text to justify your answer.







11.Did she become a house explorer by accident or did she plan it? Quote the text to justify your answer.







12.In the last paragraph, find the sentence that shows why she has become addicted to looking through other people's lives.



13.Does she feel guilty about it? Quote the text to justify your answer.





14.Quote the text to show that she had become eager to learn more about people's lives.




15.Translate into French from “No one had ever suspected…” (l. 18) to “trusted her" (l. 21)

Où j'en suis dans mon devoir

J'ai deja repondu sans aucune certitude a :
1 ) The story set in England because we can see some city as : Torquay and Bournemouth.
Le reste de mes réponses n'est pas rédigé, j'ai seulement quelque idées sans aucune certitude ! HELP MEE !