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Dictation 1

His appearance was of a boy of about eighteen, but she saw from his record that he was her own age. He
was sitting and watching the mess around him with a kind of innocent wonder. It was difficult to think of
him as a naval officer. He had a fine, thin face, a dark beard and light green eyes; his mouth was soft and
full. His complexion was pale, with an unusual glow, and the eyes were unhealthily bright. His head was
heavily injured. As she brought her heavy chair and sat next to him he laughed. It seemed that he was
expecting her, and when she took his hand he was not anxious. He spoke fluent English, which sounded
foreign to her. She could barely understand him. His words were vague and puzzling. Your physician
invited me to have a little chat with you, she said. His behaviour is very responsible, as always. Is all
going well for him?

Dictation 2

I picked up the little notebook and opened it. On the first page I saw the title of my story.

The twelve star signs appeared in a circle around the words, and I knew them well. They had been
important to me when I was a boy. Each sign had suggested confidence, life and power. The smaller
beings in the signs were playing happily, and they stood for young things and energetic people. That year
was the first year of the new century. I was twelve years old then, and I hoped for great things in the
twentieth century. The larger beings in the signs stood for the men who would rule the world. I intended
to grow up to be just like them.

Virgo was the only lady in the circle. I did not know what she meant. Her long hair almost covered her. I
often thought about her, and in time she became the chief figure in the group.

Dictation 3

I deeply admired my father and his opinions, but I always felt closer to my mother. My father
was not interested in success, and this used to annoy my mother. She was very different from
my father. She liked meeting people and discussing different subjects with them. She was fond
of fashionable clothes and social occasions, but my father preferred to stay at home. He
sometimes took her to parties, and she enjoyed herself very much.

My sisters friend and I never mentioned our families to one another. In some ways he seemed
much wiser than the rest of us and was never in trouble with the other boys. He did not need the
respect for which I had to fight. He was always in agreement with public opinion, always on the
winning side. I taught him how to write articles and did not make him pay for my advice. He
admired my courage and my skills, and I enjoyed his admiration.

Lets write an article about the famous quarrel he said to me one day.

Dictation 4
I found the notebook by accident, when I was sitting alone in a dusty room and my mother's
things lay around me. It was lying with some other things in an old red box. It was a pleasure to
see the collection again.

I looked at the cover for a long time but refused to touch it. I picked up a lock from the box; it
was a special kind, with three rows of letters. If you combined the letters correctly, it would open.
This used to annoy my friends at school, who believed I had certain magic powers.

The letters now moved slowly between my fingers, and I shut my eyes. I felt each one. Finally, I
found the right position. There was a faint sound, and the lock opened in my hand. And then I
remembered the secret. The notebook contained an account of the events which had changed
my life.

"Dinner is ready!" I heard my mother calling.

Dictation 5

It was long past midday when Dorian woke up. His servant brought him tea and his letters, but
he did not read them. Yesterday seemed like a bad dream, but when he went downstairs, he
saw the covered picture. Should he uncover it, he wondered? Had the face in the picture really
changed? He lit a cigarette and thought for a while. Yes, he had to know. He lifted the cover.

There was no mistake. The portrait had really changed. He could not explain it, could not
understand it. It was impossible, but it had happened. Dorian felt sick and ashamed. He did not
know what to do, or what to think. Finally, he sat down and wrote a long letter to Sybil Vane. He
covered page after page with wild words of love and passion. Then, suddenly, he heard Lord
Henrys voice at the door. Dorian jumped up and covered the picture.

My dear boy, said Lord Henry, as he came in. Im so sorry. But you must not think too much
about her.

Dictation 6

Dorian turned and stared at the face in the picture, and suddenly he hated Basil more than he had ever
hated anyone in his life. Basil now knew his secret, and he had seen the real Dorian Gray. Violent feelings
burned inside Dorian. He picked up a knife from the table. Then the hate inside him exploded, and like a
wild animal, he ran towards Basil, and dug the knife into the artists neck, again and again. The murdered
mans head fell forwards, and the blood ran slowly across the table, and down onto the floor.

Dorian stood and listened. He could hear nothing only the drip of blood onto the floor. He went to the
window and looked down into the street. He felt strangely calm. The friend who had painted the portrait
had gone out of his life. That was all. He locked the door behind him and went quietly downstairs. His
servants were in bed. He sat down and began to think.