Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: "Is this where Ned and Ruth kissed each other?" she whispered breathlessly, and flung her arms about him. Her lips, groping for his, swept over his face, and he held her fast in a rapture of surprise. "Good-bye - good-bye,” she stammered, and kissed him again. "Oh, Matt, I can't let you go!" broke from him in the same old cry. She freed herself from his hold and he heard her sobbing. "Oh, I can't go either!" she wailed. "Matt! What'll we do? What'll we do?" They clung to each other's hands like children, and her body shook with desperate sobs. Through the stillness they heard the church clock striking five. "Oh, Ethan, it's time!” she cried. He drew her back to him. “Time for what? You don't suppose I'm going to leave you now?" "If I missed my train where'd I go?" "Where are you going if you catch it?" She stood silent, her hands lying cold and relaxed in his. "What's the good of either of us going anywheres without the other one now?" he said. She remained motionless, as if she had not heard him. Then she snatched her hands from his, threw her arms about his neck, and pressed a sudden drenched cheek against his face. “Ethan! Ethan! I want you to take me down again!" "Down where?" "The coast. Right off," she panted. “So 't we'll never come up any more.” "Matt! What on earth do you mean?" She put her lips close against his ear to say: "Right into the big elm. You said you could. So 't we'd never have to leave each other any more.” "Why, what are you talking of? You're crazy!" "I'm not crazy; but I will be if I leave you." "Oh, Matt, Matt –" he groaned. She tightened her fierce hold about his neck. Her face lay close to his face. “Ethan, where'll I go if I leave you? I don't know how to get along alone. You said so yourself just now. Nobody but you was ever good to me. And there'll be that strange girl in the house and she'll sleep in my bed, where I used to lay nights and listen to hear you come up the stairs...." The words were like fragments torn from his heart. With them came the hated vision of the house he was going back to – of the stairs he would have to go up every night, of the woman who would wait for him there. And the sweetness of Mattie's avowal, the wild wonder of knowing at last that all that had happened to him had happened to her too, made the other vision more abhorrent, the other life more intolerable to return to. Her pleadings still came to him between short sobs, but he no longer heard what she was saying. Her hat had slipped back and he was stroking her hair. How does Wharton make this such a dramatic moment in the novel? Support your ideas with details from the writing.

1. (a)How does Wharton make this such a dramatic moment in the novel? Support your ideas with details from the writing.[25]