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A MOUNTAIN was in labour, and the people of seven cities had assembled to watch its movements and hear its groans1. While they waited in breathless expectancy2 out came a Mouse. "Oh, what a baby!" they cried in derision. "I may be a baby," said the Mouse, gravely, as he passed outward through the forest of shins, "but I know tolerably well how to diagnose a volcano." 点击收听单词发音
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