 ... that his soul was out of gear with its surroundings - a cog-wheel unconnected with any machinery, just like the idle cog-wheel of a cheap Beheea sugar-crusher laid by in a corner.  Children's Literature and the Fin de SiècleInternational Research Society for Children's Literature. Congress, International Research Society for Children's Literature, Children's Literature Association (U.S.) 著 - 2003 - 223 頁本書不提供預覽 - 關於此書
 | 1901 - 754 頁
...breezes fanned over him, the parrots shrieked at him, the noises of the populated house behind — squabbles, orders, and reproofs — hit on dead ears....Kim. And what is Kim?" His soul repeated it again and again. He did not want to cry,— had never felt less like crying in his life, — but of a sudden... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1902 - 520 頁
...breezes fanned over him, the parrots shrieked at him, the noises of the populated house behind — squabbles, orders, and reproofs — hit on dead ears....Kim. And what is Kim?" His soul repeated it again and again. He did not want to cry, — had never felt less like crying in his life, — but of a sudden... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1901 - 504 頁
...breezes fanned over him, the parrots shrieked at him, the noises of the populated house behind — squabbles, orders, and reproofs — hit on dead ears....and what is Kim ? ' His soul repeated it again and again. He did not want to cry, — had never felt less like crying in his life, — but of a sudden... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1902 - 524 頁
...The breezes fanned over him, the parrots shrieked at him, the noises of the populated house behind squabbles, orders, and reproofs. — hit on dead ears....Kim. And what is Kim?" His soul repeated it again and again. He did not want to cry, — had never felt less like crying in his life, — but of a sudden... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1914 - 400 頁
...breezes fanned over him, the parrots shrieked at him, the noises of the populated house behind — squabbles, orders, and reproofs — hit on dead ears....Kim. And what is Kim?' His soul repeated it again and again. He did not want to cry, — had never felt less like crying in his life, — but of a sudden... | |
 | Rudyard Kipling - 1920 - 498 頁
...breezes fanned over him, the parrots shrieked at him, the noises of the populated house behind — squabbles, orders, and reproofs — hit on dead ears. ' I am Kim. I am TCim ; and what is Kim ? ' His eoul repeated it again and again. He did not want to cry, — had never... | |
 | 1981 - 460 頁
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