After a time, tired by his dancing apparently, the moth settled on the window __(41)__in the sun, and, the queer spectacle being at an end, I forgot about him. Then, looking up, my eye was caught by him. He was trying to __(42) __his dancing, but seemed either so stiff or so awkward that he could only __(43)__to the bottom of the window-pane； and when he tried to fly across it he failed. Being intent on other matters I watched these __(44)__attempts for a time without thinking, unconsciously waiting for him, as one waits for a machine, that has stopped momentarily, to start again without considering the reason of its failure. The helplessness of his attitude roused me. It flashed upon me that he was __(45) __difficulties； he could no longer __(46)__ himself； his legs struggled vainly. But, as I stretched out a pencil, meaning to help him to right himself, it came over me that the failure and awkwardness were the approach of death. I laid the pencil down again. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew __(47) __. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as __(48)__ . The moth having __(49)__himself now lay most decently and uncomplainingly composed. O yes, he seemed to say, __(50)__is stronger than I am.
【題組】47.
(A) stick
(B) stiff
(C) sticky
(D) stuffy
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