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The last point was the telling one, and Sullivan was right The gull sees farthest who flies highest.
最后一点很有说服力，苏利万说的有道理。飞得高，看得远。
Jonathan stayed and worked with the new birds coming in, who were all very bright and quick with their lessons. But the old feeling came back, and he couldn’t help but think that there might be one or two gulls back on Earth who would be able to learn, too. How much more would he have known by now if Chiang had come to him on the day that he was Outcast!
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“苏利，我非回去不可，”最后他说，“你的学生们都学得不错。以后新来的要学习，他们都可以帮你一手了。”
Sullivan sighed, but he did not argue. “I think I’ll miss you, Jonathan,” was all he said.
苏利万叹了口气，但没再坚持，他只说了一句：“我一定会想念你的，乔纳森。”
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海鸥苏利万不禁噗嗤一笑。“你这个疯子，”他和蔼地说，“要是有谁能教导地上哪只海鸥看到一千英里以外，那就只有你乔纳森•利文斯顿了。”他眼望着沙滩说，“再见吧，乔，我的朋友。”
“Good bye, Sully. We’ll meet again.” And with that, Jonathan held in thought an image of the great gull flocks on the shore of another time, and he knew with practiced ease that he was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.
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He can charm foxes and squirrels and birds just as thenatives in India charm snakes. He plays a very soft tuneon a pipe and they come and listen."There were some big books on a table at his side and hedragged one suddenly toward him. "There is a pictureof a snake-charmer in this," he exclaimed. "Come and lookat it"The book was a beautiful one with superb coloredillustrations and he turned to one of them,replica gucci bags.
"Can he do that?" he asked eagerly.
"He played on his pipe and they listened," Mary explained.
"But he doesn't call it Magic. He says it's because helives on the moor so much and he knows their ways. He sayshe feels sometimes as if he was a bird or a rabbit himself,he likes them so. I think he asked the robin questions.
It seemed as if they talked to each other in soft chirps."Colin lay back on his cushion and his eyes grew largerand larger and the spots on his cheeks burned.
"Tell me some more about him," he said.
"He knows all about eggs and nests," Mary went on.
"And he knows where foxes and badgers and otters live.
He keeps them secret so that other boys won't find their holesand frighten them. He knows about everything that growsor lives on the moor.""Does he like the moor?" said Colin. "How can hewhen it's such a great, bare, dreary place?""It's the most beautiful place," protested Mary.
"Thousands of lovely things grow on it and there arethousands of little creatures all busy building nestsand making holes and burrows and chippering or singingor squeaking to each other. They are so busy and havingsuch fun under the earth or in the trees or heather,Discount UGG Boots.
It's their world.""How do you know all that?" said Colin,moncler jackets men, turning on hiselbow to look at her.
"I have never been there once, really," said Marysuddenly remembering. "I only drove over it in the dark.
I thought it was hideous. Martha told me about it firstand then Dickon. When Dickon talks about it you feelas if you saw things and heard them and as if you werestanding in the heather with the sun shining and the gorsesmelling like honey--and all full of bees and butterflies.""You never see anything if you are ill," saidColin restlessly. He looked like a person listeningto a new sound in the distance and wondering what it was.
"You can't if you stay in a room, " said Mary.
"I couldn't go on the moor" he said in a resentful tone.
Mary was silent for a minute and then she said something bold.
"You might--sometime."He moved as if he were startled.
"Go on the moor! How could I? I am going to die.""How do you know?" said Mary unsympathetically.
She didn't like the way he had of talking about dying.
She did not feel very sympathetic. She felt rather as if healmost boasted about it.
"Oh, I've heard it ever since I remember," he answered crossly.
"They are always whispering about it and thinkingI don't notice. They wish I would, too,nike shox torch ii."Mistress Mary felt quite contrary. She pinched herlips together.
"If they wished I would," she said, "I wouldn't. Whowishes you would?""The servants--and of course Dr. Craven because he wouldget Misselthwaite and be rich instead of poor. He daren'tsay so, but he always looks cheerful when I am worse.
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