Part 2

For questions 9-16, read the text below and think of the word which best fits each gap.
Use only one word in each gap.

Part 4

For questions 25-30, complete the second sentence so that it has a similar meaning to the first sentence, using the word given. Do not change the word given. You must use between three and six words, including the word given.

Part 5

“Good day!” said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking.
It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice respond- ed to the salutation, as if it were at a distance:
“Good day!”
“You are still hard at work, I see?”
After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, “Yes, I am working.” This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.
“I want,” said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, “to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?”
The shoemaker stopped his work; looked, with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker.
“What did you say?”
”You can bear a little more light?” “I must bear it, if you let it in.”
The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the room, and showed the workman with an unfin- ished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few com- mon tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, even if they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.
“Are you going to finish that pair of shoes today?” asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward.
“What did you say?”
”Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes today?”
”I can’t say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don’t know.”
But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again.

Mr. Lorry came silently forward. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips, and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant.
“You have a visitor, you see,” said Monsieur Defarge.
“What did you say?”
“Here is a visitor.”
The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work.
“Come!” said Defarge. “Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.”
Mr. Lorry took it in his hand.
“Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker’s name.”
There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoemak- er replied:
“I forget what it was you asked me. What did you say?”
“I said, couldn’t you describe the kind of shoe, for mon- sieur’s information?”
“It is a lady’s shoe. It is a young lady’s walking-shoe. It is in the present style. I never saw the style. I have had a pattern in my hand.” He glanced at the shoe with some little pass- ing touch of pride.
“And the maker’s name?” said Defarge.
Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuck- les of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment’s intermission.
“Did you ask me for my name?” “Assuredly I did.”
”One Hundred and Five, North Tower.”

Part 5

“Good day!” said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking.
It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice respond- ed to the salutation, as if it were at a distance:
“Good day!”
“You are still hard at work, I see?”
After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, “Yes, I am working.” This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.
“I want,” said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, “to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?”
The shoemaker stopped his work; looked, with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker.
“What did you say?”
”You can bear a little more light?” “I must bear it, if you let it in.”
The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the room, and showed the workman with an unfin- ished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few com- mon tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, even if they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.
“Are you going to finish that pair of shoes today?” asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward.
“What did you say?”
”Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes today?”
”I can’t say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don’t know.”
But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again.

Mr. Lorry came silently forward. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips, and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant.
“You have a visitor, you see,” said Monsieur Defarge.
“What did you say?”
“Here is a visitor.”
The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work.
“Come!” said Defarge. “Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.”
Mr. Lorry took it in his hand.
“Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker’s name.”
There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoemak- er replied:
“I forget what it was you asked me. What did you say?”
“I said, couldn’t you describe the kind of shoe, for mon- sieur’s information?”
“It is a lady’s shoe. It is a young lady’s walking-shoe. It is in the present style. I never saw the style. I have had a pattern in my hand.” He glanced at the shoe with some little pass- ing touch of pride.
“And the maker’s name?” said Defarge.
Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuck- les of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment’s intermission.
“Did you ask me for my name?” “Assuredly I did.”One Hundred and Five, North Tower.”

Part 5

“Good day!” said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking.
It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice respond- ed to the salutation, as if it were at a distance:
“Good day!”
“You are still hard at work, I see?”
After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, “Yes, I am working.” This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.
“I want,” said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, “to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?”
The shoemaker stopped his work; looked, with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker.
“What did you say?”
”You can bear a little more light?” “I must bear it, if you let it in.”
The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the room, and showed the workman with an unfin- ished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few com- mon tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, even if they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.
“Are you going to finish that pair of shoes today?” asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward.
“What did you say?”
”Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes today?”
”I can’t say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don’t know.”
But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again.

Mr. Lorry came silently forward. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips, and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant.
“You have a visitor, you see,” said Monsieur Defarge.
“What did you say?”
“Here is a visitor.”
The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work.
“Come!” said Defarge. “Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.”
Mr. Lorry took it in his hand.
“Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker’s name.”
There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoemak- er replied:
“I forget what it was you asked me. What did you say?”
“I said, couldn’t you describe the kind of shoe, for mon- sieur’s information?”
“It is a lady’s shoe. It is a young lady’s walking-shoe. It is in the present style. I never saw the style. I have had a pattern in my hand.” He glanced at the shoe with some little pass- ing touch of pride.
“And the maker’s name?” said Defarge.
Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuck- les of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment’s intermission.
“Did you ask me for my name?” “Assuredly I did.”
”One Hundred and Five, North Tower.”

Part 5

“Good day!” said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking.
It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice respond- ed to the salutation, as if it were at a distance:
“Good day!”
“You are still hard at work, I see?”
After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, “Yes, I am working.” This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.
“I want,” said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, “to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?”
The shoemaker stopped his work; looked, with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker.
“What did you say?”
”You can bear a little more light?” “I must bear it, if you let it in.”
The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the room, and showed the workman with an unfin- ished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few com- mon tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, even if they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.
“Are you going to finish that pair of shoes today?” asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward.
“What did you say?”
”Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes today?”
”I can’t say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don’t know.”
But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again.

Mr. Lorry came silently forward. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips, and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant.
“You have a visitor, you see,” said Monsieur Defarge.
“What did you say?”
“Here is a visitor.”
The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work.
“Come!” said Defarge. “Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.”
Mr. Lorry took it in his hand.
“Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker’s name.”
There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoemak- er replied:
“I forget what it was you asked me. What did you say?”
“I said, couldn’t you describe the kind of shoe, for mon- sieur’s information?”
“It is a lady’s shoe. It is a young lady’s walking-shoe. It is in the present style. I never saw the style. I have had a pattern in my hand.” He glanced at the shoe with some little pass- ing touch of pride.
“And the maker’s name?” said Defarge.
Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuck- les of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment’s intermission.
“Did you ask me for my name?” “Assuredly I did.”
”One Hundred and Five, North Tower.”

Part 5

“Good day!” said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking.
It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice respond- ed to the salutation, as if it were at a distance:
“Good day!”
“You are still hard at work, I see?”
After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, “Yes, I am working.” This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.
“I want,” said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, “to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?”
The shoemaker stopped his work; looked, with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker.
“What did you say?”
”You can bear a little more light?” “I must bear it, if you let it in.”
The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the room, and showed the workman with an unfin- ished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few com- mon tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, even if they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.
“Are you going to finish that pair of shoes today?” asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward.
“What did you say?”
”Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes today?”
”I can’t say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don’t know.”
But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again.

Mr. Lorry came silently forward. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips, and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant.
“You have a visitor, you see,” said Monsieur Defarge.
“What did you say?”
“Here is a visitor.”
The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work.
“Come!” said Defarge. “Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.”
Mr. Lorry took it in his hand.
“Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker’s name.”
There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoemak- er replied:
“I forget what it was you asked me. What did you say?”
“I said, couldn’t you describe the kind of shoe, for mon- sieur’s information?”
“It is a lady’s shoe. It is a young lady’s walking-shoe. It is in the present style. I never saw the style. I have had a pattern in my hand.” He glanced at the shoe with some little pass- ing touch of pride.
“And the maker’s name?” said Defarge.
Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuck- les of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment’s intermission.
“Did you ask me for my name?” “Assuredly I did.”
”One Hundred and Five, North Tower.”

Part 5

“Good day!” said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking.
It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice respond- ed to the salutation, as if it were at a distance:
“Good day!”
“You are still hard at work, I see?”
After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, “Yes, I am working.” This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.
“I want,” said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, “to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?”
The shoemaker stopped his work; looked, with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker.
“What did you say?”
”You can bear a little more light?” “I must bear it, if you let it in.”
The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the room, and showed the workman with an unfin- ished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few com- mon tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, even if they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.
“Are you going to finish that pair of shoes today?” asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward.
“What did you say?”
”Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes today?”
”I can’t say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don’t know.”
But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again.

Mr. Lorry came silently forward. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips, and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant.
“You have a visitor, you see,” said Monsieur Defarge.
“What did you say?”
“Here is a visitor.”
The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work.
“Come!” said Defarge. “Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him that shoe you are working at. Take it, monsieur.”
Mr. Lorry took it in his hand.
“Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is, and the maker’s name.”
There was a longer pause than usual, before the shoemak- er replied:
“I forget what it was you asked me. What did you say?”
“I said, couldn’t you describe the kind of shoe, for mon- sieur’s information?”
“It is a lady’s shoe. It is a young lady’s walking-shoe. It is in the present style. I never saw the style. I have had a pattern in my hand.” He glanced at the shoe with some little pass- ing touch of pride.
“And the maker’s name?” said Defarge.
Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuck- les of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment’s intermission.
“Did you ask me for my name?” “Assuredly I did.”
”One Hundred and Five, North Tower.”

You are going to read a magazine article about debt. Six sentences have been removed from the article. Choose from the sentences A-G the one which fits each gap 37-42. There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.

Part 7

You are going to read four people’s reviews of the book “Who Elected the Bankers?” by Louis Pauly. For questions 43– 52, choose from the people A–D. The people may be chosen more than once.

Writing Part 1

You must answer this question. Write your answer in 140-190 words in an appropriate style.

Write an answer to one of the questions 2-4 in this part. Write your answer in 140-190 words in an appropriate style.

Listening Part 1

You will hear part of an international radio broadcast on the subject of Guy Fawkes Night, an annual public celebration in Great Britain. For questions 9-18, complete the sentences with a word or short phrase.

You will hear five different people describing five different recipes for desserts. For questions 19-23, choose from the st A-H which speaker’s recipe fits the description given. Use the letters only once. There are three extra letters which you do not need to use.

Listening Part 4

You will hear a woman and a man speaking together on a train. For questions 24-30, choose the best answer A, B or C.