PTE read aloud for speaking practice 44
Look at the text below. In 40 seconds, you must read this text aloud as naturally and as clearly as possible. You have 40 seconds to read aloud.
Instead of “seeing ’bout it,” however, Hall on his return was severely rated by his wife on the length of time he had spent in Sidderbridge and his mild inquiries were answered snappishly and in a manner not to the point and in a manner, not to the point. But the seed of suspicion Teddy had sown germinated in the mind of Mr. Hall in spite of these discouragements. “You win don’t know everything,” said Mr. Hall, resolved to ascertain more about the personality of his guest at the earliest possible opportunity.
She was all the more inclined to snap at Hall because of the stranger was undoubtedly an unusually strange sort of stranger, and she want by no means assured about him in her own mind. In the middle of the night, she woke up dreaming of huge white heads like turnips, that came trailing after her, at the end of interminable necks and with vast black eyes. But being a sensible woman, she subdued her terrors and turned over and went to sleep again.
So it was that on the twenty-ninth day of February, at the beginning of the thaw, this singular person fell out of infinity into Iping village. Next day his luggage arrived through the slush – and very remarkable luggage it was. There were a couple of trunks indeed, such as a rational man might need, but in addition, there were a box of books – big, fat books, of which some were just in incomprehensible handwriting and a dozen or more crates, boxes and cases, containing objects packed in straw, as it seemed to Hall, tugging with a casual curiosity at the straw-glass bottles.
Mr. Brellie saw the dog’s teeth had slipped the hand, heard a kick, saw the dog execute a flanking jump and get home on the stranger’s leg, and heard the rip of his trousering. Then the finer end of Fearenside’s whip reached his property and the dog, yelping with dismay, retreated under the wheels of the wagon. It was all the business of a swift half-minute.
The blind was down and the room and the room dim. He caught a glimpse of a most singular thing, what seemed a handless arm waving towards him, and a face of these huge indeterminate spots on white, very like the face of a pale pansy. Then he was struck violently in the chest, hurled back, and the door slammed in his face and locked. It was so rapid that it gave him no time to observe. A waving of indecipherable shapes, a blow, and a concussion.
A couple of minutes after, he rejoined the little group that had formed outside the “Coach and Horses.” There was Fearenside telling about it all over again for the second time; there was Mrs. Hall saying his dog didn’t have any business to bite her guests; there was Huxter, the general dealer from over the road, interrogative and Sandy Wadgers from the forge, judicial; besides women and children, all of them saying fatuities.
Directly the first crate was, in accordance with his directions, carried into the parlor, the stranger flung himself upon it with extraordinary eagerness, and began to unpack it, scattering the straw with an utter disregard of Mrs. Hall’s carpet. And from it, he began to produce bottles of little fat bottles containing powders, small and slender bottles containing colored and white fluids, fluted blue bottles labeled Poison, bottles, large white glass bottles, bottles with glass stoppers and frosted labels.
Mrs. Hall took his dinner into him, he was already so absorbed in his work, pouring little drops out of the bottles into test-tubes, that he did not hear her until she had swept away the bulk of the straw and put the tray on the table, with some little emphasis perhaps, seeing the state that the floor was in. Then he half turned his head and immediately turned it away again.