Oxford Cambridge and RSA - 2025
Monday 19 May 2025 – Morning
AS Level English Language and Literature (EMC)
H074/02 The language of literary texts
Time allowed: 1 hour 30 minutes
(Verified Question Paper With Mark
Scheme Combined June 2025)
, INSTRUCTIONS
• Use black ink.
• Write your answer to each question in the Answer Booklet. The question
numbers must be clearly shown.
• Fill in the boxes on the front of the Answer Booklet.
• Answer one question in Section A and one in Section B.
INFORMATION
• The total mark for this paper is 50.
• The marks for each question are shown in brackets [ ].
• This document has 24 pages.
ADVICE
• Read each question carefully before you start your answer.
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Section A
The language of prose
Charlotte Brontë: Jane Eyre
F Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby
Chinua Achebe: Things Fall Apart
Arundhati Roy: The God of Small
Things Ian McEwan: Atonement
Jhumpa Lahiri: The Namesake
Answer one question from this section on your chosen prose
text. You should spend about 45 minutes on this section.
1 Charlotte Brontë: Jane Eyre
Write about the ways in which Charlotte Brontë tells the story in
this extract. In your answer you should:
• explore the narrative techniques used in the extract
• consider the extract in the context of the novel as a whole and its genre. [25]
I hardly know whether I had slept or not after this musing; at any rate, I started wide
awake on hearing a vague murmur, peculiar and lugubrious, which sounded, I thought,
just above me. I wished I had kept my candle burning: the night was drearily dark; my
spirits were depressed. I rose and sat up in bed, listening. The sound was hushed.
I tried again to sleep; but my heart beat anxiously: my inward tranquillity was
broken. The clock, far down in the hall, struck two. Just then it seemed my
chamber-door was touched; as if fingers had swept the panels in groping a way along
the dark gallery outside. I said, ‘Who is there?’ Nothing answered. I was chilled with
fear.
All at once I remembered that it might be Pilot, who, when the kitchen-door chanced
to be left open, not unfrequently found his way up to the threshold of Mr Rochester’s
chamber: I had seen him lying there myself in the mornings. The idea calmed me
somewhat: I lay down. Silence composes the nerves; and as an unbroken hush now
reigned again through the whole house, I began to feel the return of slumber. But it was
not fated that I should sleep that night. A dream had scarcely approached my ear, when
it fled affrighted, scared by a marrow-freezing incident enough.
This was a demoniac laugh – low, suppressed, and deep – uttered, as it seemed, at
the very keyhole of my chamber door. The head of my bed was near the door, and I
thought at first the goblin-laugher stood at my bedside – or rather, crouched by my
pillow: but I rose, looked round, and could see nothing; while, as I still gazed, the
unnatural sound was reiterated: and I knew it came from behind the panels. My first
impulse was to rise and fasten the bolt; my next, again to cry out, ‘Who is there?’
Something gurgled and moaned. Ere long, steps retreated up the gallery towards
the third-storey staircase: a door had lately been made to shut in that staircase; I heard
it open and close, and all was still.
‘Was that Grace Poole? and is she possessed with a devil?’ thought I. Impossible
now to remain longer by myself: I must go to Mrs Fairfax. I hurried on my frock and a
shawl; I withdrew the bolt and opened the door with a trembling hand. There was a
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candle burning just outside, and on the matting in the gallery. I was surprised at this
circumstance: but still more was I amazed to perceive the air quite dim, as if filled with
smoke; and, while looking to the right hand and left, to find whence these blue wreaths
issued, I became further aware of a strong smell of burning.
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Monday 19 May 2025 – Morning
AS Level English Language and Literature (EMC)
H074/02 The language of literary texts
Time allowed: 1 hour 30 minutes
(Verified Question Paper With Mark
Scheme Combined June 2025)
, INSTRUCTIONS
• Use black ink.
• Write your answer to each question in the Answer Booklet. The question
numbers must be clearly shown.
• Fill in the boxes on the front of the Answer Booklet.
• Answer one question in Section A and one in Section B.
INFORMATION
• The total mark for this paper is 50.
• The marks for each question are shown in brackets [ ].
• This document has 24 pages.
ADVICE
• Read each question carefully before you start your answer.
© OCR 2025
OCR is an exempt
[601/4705/2] DC (WW)
Charity Turn over
357504/2
, 2
Section A
The language of prose
Charlotte Brontë: Jane Eyre
F Scott Fitzgerald: The Great Gatsby
Chinua Achebe: Things Fall Apart
Arundhati Roy: The God of Small
Things Ian McEwan: Atonement
Jhumpa Lahiri: The Namesake
Answer one question from this section on your chosen prose
text. You should spend about 45 minutes on this section.
1 Charlotte Brontë: Jane Eyre
Write about the ways in which Charlotte Brontë tells the story in
this extract. In your answer you should:
• explore the narrative techniques used in the extract
• consider the extract in the context of the novel as a whole and its genre. [25]
I hardly know whether I had slept or not after this musing; at any rate, I started wide
awake on hearing a vague murmur, peculiar and lugubrious, which sounded, I thought,
just above me. I wished I had kept my candle burning: the night was drearily dark; my
spirits were depressed. I rose and sat up in bed, listening. The sound was hushed.
I tried again to sleep; but my heart beat anxiously: my inward tranquillity was
broken. The clock, far down in the hall, struck two. Just then it seemed my
chamber-door was touched; as if fingers had swept the panels in groping a way along
the dark gallery outside. I said, ‘Who is there?’ Nothing answered. I was chilled with
fear.
All at once I remembered that it might be Pilot, who, when the kitchen-door chanced
to be left open, not unfrequently found his way up to the threshold of Mr Rochester’s
chamber: I had seen him lying there myself in the mornings. The idea calmed me
somewhat: I lay down. Silence composes the nerves; and as an unbroken hush now
reigned again through the whole house, I began to feel the return of slumber. But it was
not fated that I should sleep that night. A dream had scarcely approached my ear, when
it fled affrighted, scared by a marrow-freezing incident enough.
This was a demoniac laugh – low, suppressed, and deep – uttered, as it seemed, at
the very keyhole of my chamber door. The head of my bed was near the door, and I
thought at first the goblin-laugher stood at my bedside – or rather, crouched by my
pillow: but I rose, looked round, and could see nothing; while, as I still gazed, the
unnatural sound was reiterated: and I knew it came from behind the panels. My first
impulse was to rise and fasten the bolt; my next, again to cry out, ‘Who is there?’
Something gurgled and moaned. Ere long, steps retreated up the gallery towards
the third-storey staircase: a door had lately been made to shut in that staircase; I heard
it open and close, and all was still.
‘Was that Grace Poole? and is she possessed with a devil?’ thought I. Impossible
now to remain longer by myself: I must go to Mrs Fairfax. I hurried on my frock and a
shawl; I withdrew the bolt and opened the door with a trembling hand. There was a
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candle burning just outside, and on the matting in the gallery. I was surprised at this
circumstance: but still more was I amazed to perceive the air quite dim, as if filled with
smoke; and, while looking to the right hand and left, to find whence these blue wreaths
issued, I became further aware of a strong smell of burning.
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