(has,have) any of the missing packages been located?

How is the underlined gerund used in the sentence? Try walking if you want to get some exercise.
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A.object of a preposition

B.direct object

C.predicate nominative

D.subject

But old fears have a way of clinging like cobwebs, is an example of personification. a. True
b. False

How does Macbeth persuade the murderers to help him? He tells the murderers that it was really Banquo who did some things they thought Macbeth had done to harm him. Is this convincing?

Which of the following best describes the difference between Boston and Nebraska in a Wagner matinee ?

according to the reading, how did the bubonic plague first spread among countries? A.diseased animals were unknowingly sold to neighboring countries b.its airborne contagion traveled from city to city, eventually reaching neighboring countries. c.infected sailors traveled from one country to another carrying the disease. d.contaminated crops traded between countries carried it to new places.

Richard Connell uses personification often in his short story "The Most Dangerous Game." Which line from this excerpt is an example of personification?I'll give him a trail to follow," muttered Rainsford, and he struck off from the rude path he had been following into the trackless wilderness. He executed a series of intricate loops; he doubled on his trail again and again, recalling all the lore of the fox hunt, and all the dodges of the fox. Night found him leg-weary, with hands and face lashed by the branches, on a thickly wooded ridge. He knew it would be insane to blunder on through the dark, even if he had the strength. His need for rest was imperative and he thought, "I have played the fox, now I must play the cat of the fable." A big tree with a thick trunk and outspread branches was near by, and, taking care to leave not the slightest mark, he climbed up into the crotch, and, stretching out on one of the broad limbs, after a fashion, rested. Rest brought him new confidence and almost a feeling of security. Even so zealous a hunter as General Zaroff could not trace him there, he told himself; only the devil himself could follow that complicated trail through the jungle after dark. But perhaps the general was a devil--

An apprehensive night crawled slowly by like a wounded snake and sleep did not visit Rainsford, although the silence of a dead world was on the jungle. Toward morning when a dingy gray was varnishing the sky, the cry of some startled bird focused Rainsford's attention in that direction.
Something was coming through the bush, coming slowly, carefully, coming by the same winding way Rainsford had come. He flattened himself down on the limb and, through a screen of leaves almost as thick as tapestry, he watched. . . . That which was approaching was a man.

It was General Zaroff. He made his way along with his eyes fixed in utmost concentration on the ground before him. He paused, almost beneath the tree, dropped to his knees and studied the ground. Rainsford's impulse was to hurl himself down like a panther, but he saw that the general's right hand held something metallic--a small automatic pistol.