题目内容：

    I lived in Port Stewart, one of the small villages on the coast. I rented a small room at the top of an old two-storey Victorian house. From its window I could look out on the grey, ever-restless ocean,1.

An old retired couple lived in two rooms on the ground floor. Mr. Paul was in his eighties and I remember him going for his nightly walk accompanied by his walking stick. 2. I heard him occasionally in his own-room. His wife would sit quietly in the kitchen beside the fire constantly knitting(织毛活)and offering me cups of tea as 1 came in from the pub or back from studying.

3.I was not surprised, aware even then that age can be cruel. But what moved me most was his rapid worsening, the fact that I never again saw him walking bent double against the wind.

4.The fact that I was only aware of this old man's illness through his rasping( 刺耳的) cough and his wife's nursing him gave the house an air of heavy sadness.

One evening, I came in from the cold and went straight to the kitchen to heat myself at the fire. Mrs.Paul sat alone. There was a silence I couldn't under-stand. 5. “Would you like a cup of tea?” I asked. She looked up slowly and l remember her old but still quite beautiful face as she said calmly and without emotion: “My husband is dead.”

A.Mr. Paul became ill suddenly.

B.Late into the night I could hear him coughing.

C.His walking stick was always lying in the hall.

D.She was friendly and enjoyed a cup of tea with me.

E.It took her some time to acknowledge me coming into the room.

F.I never saw the old man at any other time apart from on these walks.

G.I can still remember the view from the window and the constant changes in the sea.