george rowed allthe way to the island.
they landed on the yellow sand.
they had all interested in exploring the exiting old caste.
This time last year "(1) I was cycling " in the rain along a country road in France with friend of mine. We "(2) had decided " to go on a cycling holiday in Normandy. Neither of us "(3) had been " to France before but we (4) knew some French from our time t school and we "(5) had managed" to brush up on the basic. Now we (6) were wondering if we "(7) had made" the right decision.
We (8) had planed our route carefully in advance, but "(9) we had forgotten " one important thing: the weather. It (10) had been raining solidly since our arrival and that night we (11) ended up sleeping in the waiting room at railway station. Then the next morning we (12) rode down hill, my bike (13) skidded on the wet road and I (14) fell off. I (15) realized immediately that I "(16) had broken" my arm, and after a visit to local hospital I (17) caught the next train to Calais for the ferry home. Unfortunately my parents (18) didn't expect me home for a fortnight, and 19had gone away on holiday. So I (20) spent a miserable couple of weeks alone, reading "Teach Yourself French".
Once there lived a boy John and his mather Mary. John was seven. One with his mother Day he went to school with his mother. Mother asked Jane"s teacher about John.
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