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Let U = {1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10}, P = {1, 2, 5}, Q = {6, 7}. Then P ∩ Q’ is :

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P
b)
Q
c)
Q’
d)
None

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Let U = {1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10}, P = {1, 2, 5}, Q = {6, 7}. Th...

Given,
U = {1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10}
P = {1, 2, 5}
Q = {6, 7}
Q’ = {1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10}
Hence,
P ∩ Q’ = {1, 2, 5} = P

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Let U = {1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10}, P = {1, 2, 5}, Q = {6, 7}. Th...

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