[单项选择]He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on. （）
A. interested in
B. hostile to
C. indifferent to 
D. afraid of

[单项选择]Although he has become rich, he is still very（）of his money.
A. economic
B. thrifty
C. frugal
D. careful

[单项选择]Although he has become rich, he is still very_______of his money.
A. economic
B. thrifty
C. frugal
D. careful

[简答题]a. Jack lay on his bed.
b. Jack lay in his bed.

[单项选择]This is the weather Scobie loves. Lying in bed he touches his telescope lovingly, turning a wistful eye on the blank wall of rotting mud-bricks which shuts off his view of the sea.
Scobie is getting on for seventy and still afraid to die; his one fear is that he will awake one morning and find himself dead-- Lieutenant-Commander Scobie, O. B. E. Consequently it gives him a seuere shock every morning when the water carriers shriek under his window before dawn, waking him up. For a moment, he says, he dares not open his eyes. Keeping them fast shut (for fear they might open on the heavenly host) he gropes along the cake stand beside his bed and grabs his pipe. It is always loaded from the night before and an open matchbox stands beside it. The first whiff of tobacco restores both his composure and his eyesight. He breathes deeply, grateful for reassurance. He smiles. He gloats. Then, drawing the heavy. sheepskin, which serves him as a bed-cover up to his ears, he sings a little tr
A. he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could see the sea.
B. he refused touching it and looking through it at the wall.
C. he refused to accept the fact that he could not see the sea.
D. he enjoyed looking at the passers-by, even if he could not see the se

[简答题]That day, he went there very early. He was all smile on the way. All things seem benign to him. The ground there was covered with a mist of bluebells, and nearly a score of crabapple trees were in full bloom. He threw himself down on the grass. The change from the buttercup glory and oak - goldened glamour of the fields to this ethereal beauty under the gray for filled him with a sort of wonder; nothing the same, save the sound of running water and the songs of the cuckoos. He lay there a long time, watching the sunlight wheel till the crab - trees threw shadows over the bluebells, his only companions a few wild bees. He was not quite sane, thinking of that morning’s kiss, and of tonight under the apple tree. In such a spot as this fauns and dryads surely live; nymphs, white as the crab -apple blossom, retired within those trees; fauns, brown as the dead bracken, with pointed ears. lay in wait for them. The cuckoos were still calling when he woke, there was tile sound of running- wa