Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by choosing the correct/most appropriate options.

When we woke up, the rain had stopped, but the wind was still high. The beggar was gone. The day was breaking. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already five. He stood up and his knees ached. He felt his pockets. His purse was missing. He could not bring himself to believe that the beggar woman had robbed him. Maybe he had lost it in the confusion of the night. He looked for it in the room, and then came out on to the platform. There were signs of destruction all over the place. Some people were approaching along the railway embankment, possibly from the town. At the farther end of the station lay some injured persons. He looked at them from a distance and instinctively recoiled. He had never been face to face with so much human pain.

The booking-office had collapsed. Cupboards, tables, chairs and other furniture lay helter skelter. He stood there blandly looking at the wreckage. It was still dark inside. 

As his eyes grew accustomed to the half-light, he saw a human figure lying motionless under the wreckage. He flashed his light in the direction. It was the beggar woman.

He staggered. He bent down and touched her forehead. It was cold and lifeless. The lower part of her body had been crushed. In one of her hands he saw his purse. In the other there were a few coins and currency notes, evidently from the booking-clerk’s chest. The clerk must have left in a hurry. 

He bent down and kissed her forehead, again and again. He lived and relived through every trivial incident of the night. There lay that dear creature, who gave him so much comfort and assurance through the cyclone. There she lay, a victim of that very cyclone. He did not have it in him to blame her for stealing his purse or raiding the booking-office. He felt that he understood her. She had touched the inmost chords of human warmth in him.