2016年高三英语二轮复习 高考压轴冲刺练 五.docVIP

高考压轴冲刺练 五 限时50分钟 Ⅰ. 阅读理解 (2015·嘉兴二模) 　　“I never did hate the Yankees(北方佬). All that I hated was the war. . . ”That’s how my great-aunt Bettie began her story. I heard it many times as a child, whenever my family visited Aunt Bettie in the old house in Berryville, Virginia. Bettie Van Metre had good reasons to hate the Civil War. Her brother was killed at Gettysburg, and her husband, James, a Confederate(南方联盟军)officer, was taken prisoner and sent to an unknown prison camp somewhere. One day in late September, Dick came to Bettie reporting that he had found a wounded Union soldier in a farmhouse half a mile away from the Van Metre home. When talking about her first sight of the man in the blood-spotted blue uniform, she always used the same words. “It was like walking into a nightmare: Those awful bandages, that terrible smell. ”She went out into the cool air, trying not to be sick at the thought of that smashed right hand, that missing left leg. The man’s papers Bettie found in the farmhouse showed his identity: Henry Bedell, 30 years old. She knew that she should report the presence of this Union officer to the Confederate army, but she wouldn’t. This is how she explained it: “I kept wondering if he had a wife somewhere, hoping, and not knowing—just as I was. It seemed to me that the only thing that mattered was to get her husband back to her. ” Slowly, patiently, skillfully, Aunt Bettie fanned the spark of life in Henry Bedell. Of drugs or medicines she had almost none. And she was not willing to take any from the few supplies at the Confederate hospital. But she did the best she could with what she had. The October nights in the valley grew cold. With the help of Dick and his wife, she moved the Union officer at night, to a hidden room above the warm kitchen of her own home. But the next day, Bedell had a high fever. Knowing that she must get help, she went to her family doctor, Graham Osborne. Dr. Osborne examined Bedell and said, “there was little hope unles