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UK GCSE NOV 2007 : Higher Tier, English Paper 1

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General Certificate of Secondary Education Winter 2007 Paper 1 Higher Tier G2903 English [G2903] MONDAY 5 NOVEMBER, MORNING TIME - 2 hours. INSTRUCTIONS TO CANDIDATES - Write your Centre Number and Candidate Number on the Answer Booklet provided. Answer all four questions. Answer the three questions in Section A and the one question in Section B. Spend one hour on Section A and one hour on Section B. INFORMATION FOR CANDIDATES - The total mark for this paper is 60. Figures in brackets printed down the right-hand side of pages indicate the marks awarded to each question or part question. G291HW7 2723 Section A This section tests reading skills. Spend about 15 minutes reading the passage carefully. Answer all three questions. This story is set in Spain 1939. The country has been shattered by a brutal civil war. This has now ended, but the hatred that caused it has not. Nick s father left Scotland three years earlier to fight on the Republican side. He never returned home. The Nationalists, led by General Franco, won the war and were now in control of the country. Nick has gone to Spain to look for his father, but he is arrested by the local police (Civil Guards) for not having the proper papers. Nick marched, or rather, stumbled, his way across the field towards the village. It took all the effort of his will to stay upright. He would not let the men see him humiliated. He could not look at them since they were behind him, but the dog kept in step with him, snarling and snapping at his ankles. The village was bigger than Nick had thought. The narrow, potholed main street stretched away ahead, curving out of sight. On either side, houses huddled together, terraced for the most part, their doors opening on to the broken pavement. Everything looked in need of renewal. They walked up the middle of the street. There was no traffic to get in their way, apart from a man leading a donkey with a load of sticks on its back. When the man saw them he tugged the animal quickly into the side to give them room to go by. They passed a shop, nothing much more than a hole in the wall, from what Nick could see, with its door open. Two women dressed in black, who had been chattering loudly on the step, fell silent at the approach of the Civil Guards with their prisoner. Another woman came out of her house to stare openly. Faces were to be seen at windows. Everywhere there seemed to be eyes, watching. News must have spread quickly. A few men in overalls lounged against walls, smoking. One tossed his smouldering butt right in front of Nick, startling him. He d never known such a wave of hatred coming from people. The street, at this point, widened out into a square, with a church on one side. Nick lifted his eyes to look at the familiar spire. It had been a landmark for him, seen from his cave in the hills. On the corner of the square four men sat outside a bar, at two round zinc-topped tables, with small glasses of brandy in front of them. They stopped drinking and looked Nick up and down. One spoke. Got a red* there, have you, Sergeant? Maybe even a spy. You ll be having some fun then! Another drinker muttered something about all that being over. A third said, It ll never be over until they re all done for! They were back in the narrow part of the street and Nick was urged forwards again. It was getting dark and a few windows showed dim lights. (*red: a communist or revolutionary protester) G291HW7 2723 2 5 10 15 20 25 30 He was on the brink of exhaustion, but if he fell down in the gutter they would doubtless kick him until he got up. He knew enough not to expect mercy. The Civil Guard station was at the extreme end of the village. It was a small, onestoreyed building, attached to a two-storeyed house which looked bigger than most of the ones they had passed. There was no sign of anyone at any of the windows. Inside! Nick was pushed into a dim hall and through to a room at the back. The Sergeant lit a lamp on the desk and seated himself behind it. The Constable threw Nick s bedroll and water-bottle on the floor, then tipped out the contents of the knapsack. Socks, underpants, pullover, shirt, pencil, note pad, nothing written on it, plasters, tube of antiseptic cream. Copy of the book Don Quixote. A reader, eh? Can I see it? The Sergeant held out his hand to take the book. He flipped open the cover and when he saw the name inscribed on the flyleaf he pursed his lips and his eyes narrowed. He then summoned Nick to come and stand at the desk in front of him. Nick wanted to put a hand on the desk to steady himself but did not. The Constable remained by the back wall. The Sergeant lit a pungent-smelling cigarette, blew a long stream of smoke into Nick s face, smiled a little smile, and said, Now then my friend with the English clothes, you must tell me who you are. My name is Nicholas MacIntosh, he said, using his mother s maiden name. He could not go on pretending to be a native Spaniard. He had a story ready. I am from Scotland. Scotland eh? Why, then, are you not wearing a skirt? The Sergeant laughed and the Constable sniggered. We only wear kilts for special occasions. And this is not a special occasion? Tut, tut! So, Scotsman, what are you doing here in our country and how is it you speak Spanish like a native? My mother is a teacher of Spanish. Ah, that is so? She has lived here then? For a while. Nick s throat was bone-dry. He swallowed and carried on, When she was a student. A long time ago. Twenty years or so. And your father. Does he teach Spanish as well? He is a gamekeeper. In Scotland? Yes. What, then, are you, the son of these two Scottish people, doing wandering about in Spain? I was curious. Curious? I want to be a journalist so I thought if I could write a piece about General Franco and the new Spain it might give me the chance to get started on a newspaper. A scoop? Well, in a way. Maybe, I suppose. The Sergeant leant forward and said in a soft voice. The only thing is I am not convinced. He smiled and sat back again. Then he got up, walked slowly round the table and struck Nick across the face with the back of his hand. I want the truth now, boy! It is the truth, spluttered Nick, tasting blood. His lip was split and he thought one of his teeth might have gone. G291HW7 2723 3 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 70 75 [Turn over The Sergeant struck him again. As Nick fell to the floor he felt a heavy boot meet the tail-end of his spine. The pain was acute. He groaned. He had no energy to make any other sound. He lay with his cheek flattened against the cold concrete floor, watching a hairy black spider scuttle towards the crack under the door. Take him into the cell! The Sergeant was almost screaming now. The Constable lugged Nick across the floor, through a narrow passage, into a small white-walled room. The only window was a horizontal slit high up on one wall. On the floor lay a lumpy-looking mattress with a grey blanket thrown over it. In the corner stood a slop bucket and an earthenware bowl. The Constable banged the door shut, removed Nick s handcuffs and proceeded to strip off his clothes. Nick felt like a rag doll, floppy with limbs made of straw. The Sergeant came in. Find anything? Nothing. I think we ll have to leave him to cool off for a few hours and then we ll see if he s ready to talk to us. But first of all, he needs to be taught a lesson. Get up, Scotsman! The Constable yanked him to his feet and held him while his superior delivered Nick a few more hard, well-aimed punches. He stopped when Nick passed out. 80 85 90 95 Adapted from Tell the Moon to Come Out by Joan Lingard G291HW7 2723 4 1 Spend about 10 minutes on this question. Use evidence from lines 5 31 to support your answer. How does the writer s description of the village and the villagers create a sense of a poor and unfriendly place? [8] 2 Spend about 15 minutes on this question. Use evidence from the whole passage. What do you learn about the Sergeant? 3 [10] Spend about 20 minutes on this question. Use evidence from the whole passage. How has the writer tried to capture and sustain the reader s interest? You should consider how the writer has: G291HW7 made the events dramatic created an interesting central character, Nick used descriptive words and phrases. 2723 5 [12] [Turn over Section B This section tests writing skills: to review, analyse and comment. Write in a way that suits this type of task. To answer this question effectively, you should aim to write at least two sides. Leave enough time to re-read your work so that you can make any changes you feel are necessary. 4 Consider the following question: We like to think we are a nation of animal lovers, but are we? The opinions listed below raise some points about how we treat animals. The examiner wants you to review the points which you consider to be important, along with ideas of your own. Analyse these in an extended piece of writing. People give large amounts of money to animal charities. We still use animals for research. Animals live alongside us and are treated just like members of our families. Despite all the advertising, 195,000 animals were victims of abuse by humans last year. [30] THIS IS THE END OF THE QUESTION PAPER G291HW7 2723 6 G291HW7 2723 7 [Turn over S 6/06 119-008-1

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