Select all that apply. What is significant about Dunstan stealing Silas's gold? A. Silas is treated with sympathetic consideration. B. It changes Dunstan. C. The same theft of which Silas is falsely accused happens to him. D. Silas finds a new treasure.

QUESTION POSTED AT 02/06/2020 - 01:32 AM

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The correct options are C and D. Silas had previously been falsely  accused of stealing church's money while watching over a sick deacon. The same theft of which Silas was falsely accused happens to him when his gold was stolen. In the course of searching for his gold that night, Silas found another treasure; a baby girl.
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QUESTION POSTED AT 01/06/2020 - 04:08 PM

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