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Paper 2 Love through the ages: Prose
Friday 23 May 2025 Morning Time allowed: 1 hour 30 minutes
Materials
For this paper you must have:
• an AQA 12-page Answer Book
• a copy of each of the set texts you have studied for Section B. These texts must not be annotated
and must not contain additional notes or materials.
Instructions
• Use black ink or black ball-point pen.
• Write the information required on the front of your answer book. The Paper Reference is 7711/2.
• Do all rough work in your answer book. Cross through any work you do not want to be marked.
• Answer the question in Section A and one question from Section B.
Information
• The maximum mark for this paper is 50.
• The marks for questions are shown in brackets.
• You will be marked on your ability to:
– use good English
– organise information clearly
– use specialist vocabulary where appropriate.
• In your response you need to:
– analyse carefully the writers’ methods
– explore the contexts of the texts you are writing about – explore connections across the texts you
have studied – explore different interpretations of your texts.
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Section A: Unseen prose
Answer the question in this section.
0 1 The Evening of the Holiday by Shirley Hazzard (1931–2016) was published in 1966.
Sophie, a young independent woman, is close to the end of a holiday in Italy when she
meets an Italian, Tancredi, who is an older man, separated from his wife. Tancredi is
keen to develop their relationship and has recently written Sophie a love letter. In this
extract, Sophie buys a bunch of carnations in a local market before returning to her hotel.
Examine the view that Sophie is presented as more worried than excited by her
developing relationship with Tancredi.
Make close reference to the writer’s methods in your response.
[25 marks]
How absurd, she thought, to have bought these flowers; now I have to go home and put
them in water. And she began to climb the steep street she had just come down. The
stems in their damp paper rested against her body, and the strong delicious scent rose
over her face. But they are lovely, she thought, and they’ll last until I go.
Her way back to the hotel lay past the post office. She crossed the wide, unshaded
piazza without a glance at the café, although it was early in the afternoon and in any case
she knew he wouldn’t be there. It was two days since she had received his letter. In
another two days she would be gone. Except for the possibility of such an accident —
running into him in the street or the piazza — she need never meet him again. It was for
this reason, perhaps, that she imagined she saw him so many times as she walked down
the main street of the town.
Yet, oddly, as she strolled along, she thought of Tancredi only indirectly. She was
thinking, rather, of a man she had loved when she was a schoolgirl, and she saw herself
walking up and down with him in a garden, anxiously listening to his complicated
exposition of the reasons why he could not love her in return. It must be the carnations,
she thought suddenly — the smell of the carnations — that brought that far-off garden
and that other summer into her mind. She had not thought of it for years, and was glad
now to be reminded of the intricate, lasting nature of any form of love.
The entrance of the hotel was beautifully cool after her walk through the streets. She
went over to the desk for her key, but the young man at the Reception came limping out
to meet her. He thought she did not understand what he said to her, and repeated his
message, directing her to the back of the lobby with his hand.
Tancredi had seen her first, and in the instant before their eyes met he had a strong
impression of her appearance. He thought involuntarily (as he sometimes thought if he
saw a stylish woman walking alone in the evening or a girl leaning out of a window): She
is in love. So detached was this judgement that his first response to it was a pang of
jealousy.
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