READ Aloud practice free PTE exam 43
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.
AT four o’clock, when it was fairly dark and Mrs. Hall was screwing up her courage to go in and ask her visitor if he would take some tea, Teddy Henfrey, the clock-jobber, came into the bar. “My sakes! Mrs. Hall,” said he, “but this is terrible weather for thin boots!” The snow outside was falling faster. Mrs. Hall agreed, and then noticed he had his bag with him. “Now you’re here, Mr. Teddy,” said she, “I’d be glad if you’d give the’ old clock in the parlor a bit of a look, ‘Tis going, and it strikes well and hearty, but the hour-hand won’t do Nuthin’ but the point at six.”
Her visitor, she saw as she opened the door, was seated in the armchair before the fire, dozing it would seem, with his bandaged head drooping on one side. The only light in the room was the red glow from the fire – which lit his eyes like adverse railway signals but left his downcast face in the darkness – and the scanty vestiges of the day that came in through the open door. Everything was a ruddy, shadowy, and indistinct to her, the more so since she had just been lighting the bar lamp, and her eyes were dazzled.
Mr. Perth for a second it seemed to her that the man she looked at had an enormous mouth wide open – a vast and incredible mouth that swallowed the whole of the lower portion of his face. It was the sensation of a moment; the white-bound head, the monstrous goggle eyes, and this huge yawn below it. Then he stirred, started up in his chair, put up his hand. She opened the door wide so that the room was lighter, and she saw him more clearly, with the muffler held up to his face just as she had seen him hold the serviette before.
I’m really glad to have the clock seen to, “he said, seeing a certain hesitation in Mr. Henfrey’s manner. “Very glad.” Mr. Henfrey had intended to apologize and withdraw, but this anticipation reassured him. The stranger turned around with his back to the fireplace and put his hands behind his back. “And presently,” he said, “when the clock-mending is over, I think I should like to have some tea. But not till the clock-mending is over.”
Mrs. Hall was about to leave the room- she made no conversational advances this time because she did not want to be snubbed in front of MR. Henfrey- when her visitor asked her if she had made any arrangements about his boxes at Bramblehurst. She told him she had mentioned the matter to the postman, and that the carrier could bring them over on the morrow. “You are certain that is the earliest?” he said.
“My reason for coming to Iping,” he proceeded, with a certain deliberation of manner, “was ………….. a desire for solitude. I do not wish to be disturbed in my work. In addition to my work, an accident – ” “I thought as much,” said Mrs. Hall to herself. “-necessitates a certain retirement. My eyes – are sometimes so weak and painful that I have to shut myself up in the dark for hours together. Lock me up. Sometimes – now and then. Not at present, into the room, is a source of excruciating annoyance to me – it is well these things should be understood.”
After Mrs. Hall had left the room, he remained standing in front of the fire, glaring, so MR. Henfrey puts it, at the clock-mending. Mr. Henfrey not only took off the hands of the clock, and the face, but unassuming a manner as possible. He worked with the lamp close to him, and the gree shade threw a brilliant light upon his hands, and upon the frame and wheels, and left the rest of the room shadowy.
Mrs. Black felt alone in the room and looked up, and three, grey and dim, was the bandaged head and huge blue lenses staring fixedly, with a mist of green spots drifting in front of them. It was so uncanny to Henfrey that for a minute they remained staring blankly at one another. Then Henfrey looked down again. Very uncomfortable position! One would like to say something. Should he remark that the weather was very cold for the time of year?