Rearrange the following live sentences (A), (B), (C), (D) and (E) in a proper sequence so as to form a meaningful paragraph, and then answer the questions given below : (A) But Gandhiji stuck to his principles and did not copy, thus, having to fac ?->(Show Answer!)

1. Rearrange the following live sentences (A), (B), (C), (D) and (E) in a proper sequence so as to form a meaningful paragraph, and then answer the questions given below : (A) But Gandhiji stuck to his principles and did not copy, thus, having to face scolding and ridicule after the inspector left. (B) Gandhiji wrote four words correctly, but he could riot spell the fifth word ‘Kettle’. (C) The Inspector of Schools visited Gandhiji’s school. (D) Having noticed that except Gandhiji all the other students had spelt all the five words, the teacher prompted Gandhiji to copy the word from his neighbour’s slate. (E) He read out five English words to the class and asked all the boys to write them down.Which of the following should be the LAST (FIFTH) sentence after the rearrangement ?

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