一、（09年高考北京市高三4月抽样试题）
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There’s a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella．At first I couldn’t
stand it；now I'm used to it．
I don’t know his name．I know he’s average in appearance，wears a gray suit．and has a common face one hot morning，when 1 was sitting off a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park，reading the paper，suddenly I felt something touch my head．It was the very same man who now，
as I'm writing．keeps striking me with an umbrella．
On that occasion I turned around filled with anger．He just kept on hitting me．I asked him if he was crazy．He didn’t even seem to hear me．Thell I threatened to call a policeman．Calmly．cool as a cucumber，he stuck with his task．After a few moments of
