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第十四组(建议用时：25分钟)阅读理解A John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn’t, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin.The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner抯 name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her tto correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War Ⅱ. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail.Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn’t matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting—7：00 p．m. at the Grand Central Station in New York. “You’ll recognize me“by the red rose I’ll be wearing on my lapel.” So at 7：00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, attractive smile curved her lips.揋oing my way, sailor ！” she murmured.the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thickankled feet thrust into low環eeled shoes.The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was emy desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. | 
