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'Nor I,' said the March Hare. |
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Alice sighed wearily. 'I think you might do something better with the |
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time,' she said, 'than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.' |
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'If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, 'you wouldn't talk |
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about wasting IT. It's HIM.' |
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The Hatter was the first to break the silence. 'What day of the month |
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is it?' he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his |
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pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, |
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and holding it to his ear. |
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Alice considered a little, and then said 'The fourth.' |
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'Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. 'I told you butter wouldn't suit |
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the works!' he added looking angrily at the March Hare. |
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As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! |
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she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she |
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had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by |
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railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in |
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her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go |
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to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the |
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sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row |
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of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon |
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made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she |
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was nine feet high. |
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'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying |
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'It's a mineral, I THINK,' said Alice. |
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'Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to |
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everything that Alice said; 'there's a large mustard-mine near here. And |
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'You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!' |
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said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice's, and |
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they walked off together. |
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Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought |
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to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so |
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savage when they met in the kitchen. |
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'When I'M a Duchess,' she said to herself, (not in a very hopeful tone |
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though), 'I won't have any pepper in my kitchen AT ALL. Soup does very |
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well without--Maybe it's always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,' |
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she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of |
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'So they were,' said the Dormouse; 'VERY ill.' |
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Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of |
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living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: 'But |
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Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything |
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you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in |
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the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a |
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hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, |
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time for dinner!' |
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('I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.) |
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'That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully: 'but then--I |
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Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she |
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kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: 'Dear, dear! How |
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queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. |
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I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the |
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same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a |
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little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who |
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in the world am I? Ah, THAT'S the great puzzle!' And she began thinking |
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egg!' |
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'I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful |
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child; 'but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you |
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know.' |
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'I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; 'but if they do, why then they're |
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a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.' |
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This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for a |
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minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, 'You're |
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looking for eggs, I know THAT well enough; and what does it matter to me |
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questions of eating and drinking. |
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'They lived on treacle,' said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or |
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two. |
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'They couldn't have done that, you know,' Alice gently remarked; 'they'd |
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have been ill.' |
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First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, ('the exact |
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shape doesn't matter,' it said,) and then all the party were placed |
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along the course, here and there. There was no 'One, two, three, and |
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away,' but they began running when they liked, and left off when they |
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liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However, |
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when they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry again, |
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the Dodo suddenly called out 'The race is over!' and they all crowded |
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round it, panting, and asking, 'But who has won?' |
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This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, |
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time,' she said, 'than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.' |
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'If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, 'you wouldn't talk |
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about wasting IT. It's HIM.' |
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'I don't know what you mean,' said Alice. |
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'Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. |
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'I dare say you never even spoke to Time!' |
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'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. |
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'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. |
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You're mad.' |
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'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. |
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'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.' |
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Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on 'And how |
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do you know that you're mad?' |
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our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you |
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know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when |
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you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts |
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of things--I can't remember half of them--and it belongs to a farmer, |
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you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He |
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bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, |
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it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing |
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off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with |
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Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: |
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did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon |
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a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. |
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thing!' said the Queen, 'and take this young lady to see the Mock |
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Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after some |
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executions I have ordered'; and she walked off, leaving Alice alone with |
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the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature, but on |
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the whole she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with it as to go |
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after that savage Queen: so she waited. |
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The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till |
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she was out of sight: then it chuckled. 'What fun!' said the Gryphon, |
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half to itself, half to Alice. |
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'I couldn't afford to learn it.' said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. 'I |
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only took the regular course.' |
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'What was that?' inquired Alice. |
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'Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle |
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replied; 'and then the different branches of Arithmetic--Ambition, |
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Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.' |
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'What I was going to say,' said the Dodo in an offended tone, 'was, that |
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the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.' |
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'What IS a Caucus-race?' said Alice; not that she wanted much to know, |
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but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that SOMEBODY ought to speak, |
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and no one else seemed inclined to say anything. |
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'Why,' said the Dodo, 'the best way to explain it is to do it.' (And, as |
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you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I will tell |
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you how the Dodo managed it.) |
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'Well!' thought Alice to herself, 'after such a fall as this, I shall |
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think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at |
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home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top |
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of the house!' (Which was very likely true.) |
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Down, down, down. Would the fall NEVER come to an end! 'I wonder how |
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many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. 'I must be getting |
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somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four |
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thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several |
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things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this |
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was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there |
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was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) |
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death."' |
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'You are not attending!' said the Mouse to Alice severely. 'What are you |
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thinking of?' |
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'I beg your pardon,' said Alice very humbly: 'you had got to the fifth |
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Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, |
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and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there |
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seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room |
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again, no wonder she felt unhappy. |
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'It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one wasn't |
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always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and |
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rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole--and yet--and |
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yet--it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what |
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CAN have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that |
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age, there was no more to be said. |
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At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among them, |
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called out, 'Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! I'LL soon make you |
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dry enough!' They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the Mouse |
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in the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt |
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sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon. |
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'But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. And |
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she thought of herself, 'I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily |
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offended!' |
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'You'll get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; and it put the |
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hookah into its mouth and began smoking again. |
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This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In |
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a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth |
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and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the |
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mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, |
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ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't |
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be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a |
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very little! Besides, SHE'S she, and I'm I, and--oh dear, how puzzling |
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it all is! I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me |
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see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and |
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four times seven is--oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! |
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However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. |
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London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and |
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Rome--no, THAT'S all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for |
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Mabel! I'll try and say "How doth the little--"' and she crossed her |
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hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, |
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but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the |
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The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise and |
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confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not taste |
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theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on the back. |
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However, it was over at last, and they sat down again in a ring, and |
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begged the Mouse to tell them something more. |
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lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for YOU, and no room at all |
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for any lesson-books!' |
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And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making |
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quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard |
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a voice outside, and stopped to listen. |
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'Mary Ann! Mary Ann!' said the voice. 'Fetch me my gloves this moment!' |
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Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was |
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the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the |
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house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large |
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as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it. |
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'Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching mice you |
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can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds! Why, |
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she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!' |
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This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the |
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birds hurried off at once: one old Magpie began wrapping itself up very |
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carefully, remarking, 'I really must be getting home; the night-air |
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doesn't suit my throat!' and a Canary called out in a trembling voice to |
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its children, 'Come away, my dears! It's high time you were all in bed!' |
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'They were obliged to have him with them,' the Mock Turtle said: 'no |
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wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.' |
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'Wouldn't it really?' said Alice in a tone of great surprise. |
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'Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle: 'why, if a fish came to ME, and |
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'I'VE been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; 'you needn't be so proud |
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'With extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously. |
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'Yes,' said Alice, 'we learned French and music.' |
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'And washing?' said the Mock Turtle. |
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opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!' |
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(for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of |
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sight, they were getting so far off). 'Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder |
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who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure |
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_I_ shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble |
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little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who |
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in the world am I? Ah, THAT'S the great puzzle!' And she began thinking |
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over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to |
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see if she could have been changed for any of them. |
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'I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, 'for her hair goes in such long |
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'Stuff and nonsense!' said Alice loudly. 'The idea of having the |
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sentence first!' |
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'Hold your tongue!' said the Queen, turning purple. |
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'I won't!' said Alice. |
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'Off with her head!' the Queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobody |
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'Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this |
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time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!' |
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nobody in particular. 'She'd soon fetch it back!' |
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'And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?' said the |
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Lory. |
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Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet: |
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'Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching mice you |
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can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds! Why, |
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'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to Alice |
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'No, I give it up,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?' |
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'I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter. |
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'Nor I,' said the March Hare. |
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Alice sighed wearily. 'I think you might do something better with the |
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time,' she said, 'than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.' |
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'Nobody asked YOUR opinion,' said Alice. |
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'Who's making personal remarks now?' the Hatter asked triumphantly. |
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Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself |
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to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and |
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repeated her question. 'Why did they live at the bottom of a well?' |
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The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then |
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said, 'It was a treacle-well.' |
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with a smile. There was a dead silence. |
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'It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, |
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'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for about the |
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twentieth time that day. |
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'No, no!' said the Queen. 'Sentence first--verdict afterwards.' |
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interrupted: 'UNimportant, your Majesty means, of course,' he said in a |
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very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke. |
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'UNimportant, of course, I meant,' the King hastily said, and went on |
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to himself in an undertone, |
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'important--unimportant--unimportant--important--' as if he were trying |
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'That's very important,' the King said, turning to the jury. They were |
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just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White Rabbit |
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interrupted: 'UNimportant, your Majesty means, of course,' he said in a |
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very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke. |
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'UNimportant, of course, I meant,' the King hastily said, and went on |
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'important--unimportant--unimportant--important--' as if he were trying |
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'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long |
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Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. |
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'What sort of people live about here?' |
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'In THAT direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives |
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a Hatter: and in THAT direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives a March |
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Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.' |
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'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. |
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So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the |
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hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure |
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of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and |
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picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran |
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There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so |
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VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! |
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Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it |
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occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time |
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it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH |
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'Wow! wow! wow!' |
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'Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!' the Duchess said to Alice, |
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flinging the baby at her as she spoke. 'I must go and get ready to play |
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croquet with the Queen,' and she hurried out of the room. The cook threw |
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a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her. |
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Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!' |
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Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was |
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now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden |
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key and hurried off to the garden door. |
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'She's in prison,' the Queen said to the executioner: 'fetch her here.' |
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And the executioner went off like an arrow. |
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The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and, |
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by the time he had come back with the Duchess, it had entirely |
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disappeared; so the King and the executioner ran wildly up and down |
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looking for it, while the rest of the party went back to the game. |
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Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing, |
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and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there |
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was not even room for this, and she tried the effect of lying down with |
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one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled round her head. |
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Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource, she put one arm out |
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of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself 'Now I |
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can do no more, whatever happens. What WILL become of me?' |
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Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, |
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and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there |
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Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had |
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plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was |
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going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what |
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she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she |
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Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) |
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Presently she began again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the |
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earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with |
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their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad |
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there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the |
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right word) '--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country |
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is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and |
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she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy CURTSEYING as you're falling |
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through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) 'And what an |
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ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to |
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with the words 'DRINK ME,' but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it |
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to her lips. 'I know SOMETHING interesting is sure to happen,' she said |
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to herself, 'whenever I eat or drink anything; so I'll just see what |
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this bottle does. I do hope it'll make me grow large again, for really |
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I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!' |
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It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had |
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drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, |
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and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put |
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down the bottle, saying to herself 'That's quite enough--I hope I shan't |
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grow any more--As it is, I can't get out at the door--I do wish I hadn't |
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'Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?' the Gryphon went |
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on. 'Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song?' |
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'Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind,' Alice |
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'Oh, I BEG your pardon!' she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, and |
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began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident of |
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the goldfish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of idea |
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that they must be collected at once and put back into the jury-box, or |
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shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?' |
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She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, |
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except a little shaking among the distant green leaves. |
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As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she |
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tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her |
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neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had |
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just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going |
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to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops |
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of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made |
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her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and |
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was beating her violently with its wings. |
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the officers of the court. (As that is rather a hard word, I will just |
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explain to you how it was done. They had a large canvas bag, which tied |
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up at the mouth with strings: into this they slipped the guinea-pig, |
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head first, and then sat upon it.) |
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'I'm glad I've seen that done,' thought Alice. 'I've so often read |
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in the newspapers, at the end of trials, "There was some attempts |
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childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and |
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make THEIR eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even |
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with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with |
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all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, |
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remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days. |
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answer. 'They're done with blacking, I believe.' |
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'Boots and shoes under the sea,' the Gryphon went on in a deep voice, |
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'are done with a whiting. Now you know.' |
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March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting |
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between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a |
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cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. 'Very |
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uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; 'only, as it's asleep, I |
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suppose it doesn't mind.' |
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The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at |
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one corner of it: 'No room! No room!' they cried out when they saw Alice |
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coming. 'There's PLENTY of room!' said Alice indignantly, and she sat |
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down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table. |
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'Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone. |
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such a capital one for catching mice--oh, I beg your pardon!' cried |
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Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she |
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felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about her any |
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'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his |
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tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED |
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shape doesn't matter,' it said,) and then all the party were placed |
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along the course, here and there. There was no 'One, two, three, and |
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away,' but they began running when they liked, and left off when they |
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liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However, |
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when they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry again, |
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the Dodo suddenly called out 'The race is over!' and they all crowded |
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round it, panting, and asking, 'But who has won?' |
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This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, |
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and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead |
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(the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures |
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of him), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, |
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The Hatter shook his head mournfully. 'Not I!' he replied. 'We |
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quarrelled last March--just before HE went mad, you know--' (pointing |
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with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) '--it was at the great concert |
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given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing |
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kiss my hand if it likes.' |
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'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked. |
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'Don't be impertinent,' said the King, 'and don't look at me like that!' |
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He got behind Alice as he spoke. |
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'A cat may look at a king,' said Alice. 'I've read that in some book, |
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'Consider your verdict,' the King said to the jury. |
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'Not yet, not yet!' the Rabbit hastily interrupted. 'There's a great |
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his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute or |
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two sobs choked his voice. 'Same as if he had a bone in his throat,' |
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said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him and punching him in |
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the back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears |
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running down his cheeks, he went on again:-- |
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'You may not have lived much under the sea--' ('I haven't,' said |
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Alice)--'and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster--' |
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(Alice began to say 'I once tasted--' but checked herself hastily, and |
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The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about it in less |
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than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round. (It was this last |
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remark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious.) |
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Alice could think of nothing else to say but 'It belongs to the Duchess: |
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you'd better ask HER about it.' |
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'She's in prison,' the Queen said to the executioner: 'fetch her here.' |
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So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she |
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began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through |
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the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little |
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animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was |
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in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it |
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something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she |
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'I'm NOT a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. 'Let me alone!' |
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'Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, |
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and added with a kind of sob, 'I've tried every way, and nothing seems |
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'I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said Alice. |
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'I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've tried |
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hedges,' the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; 'but those |
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The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the |
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court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. 'Fourteenth of March, I think it |
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'Fifteenth,' said the March Hare. |
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'Sixteenth,' added the Dormouse. |
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'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the |
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Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the |
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The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on, '"--found |
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it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer him the |
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crown. William's conduct at first was moderate. But the insolence of his |
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Normans--" How are you getting on now, my dear?' it continued, turning |
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'They all can,' said the Duchess; 'and most of 'em do.' |
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'I don't know of any that do,' Alice said very politely, feeling quite |
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pleased to have got into a conversation. |
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'You don't know much,' said the Duchess; 'and that's a fact.' |
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Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it would |
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think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh, stupid?' |
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'But they were IN the well,' Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to |
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'Of course they were', said the Dormouse; '--well in.' |
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This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for |
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some time without interrupting it. |
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you,' (she might well say this), 'to go on crying in this way! Stop this |
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moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of |
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tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches |
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deep and reaching half down the hall. |
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After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and |
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she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White |
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Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was |
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the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the |
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house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large |
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as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it. |
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Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as |
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the door opened inwards, and Alice's elbow was pressed hard against it, |
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that attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to itself 'Then I'll |
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'THAT you won't' thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied |
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she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out her |
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'A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak voice. |
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'Now, I give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen, stamping on the |
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ground as she spoke; 'either you or your head must be off, and that in |
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about half no time! Take your choice!' |
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The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment. |
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'Let's go on with the game,' the Queen said to Alice; and Alice was |
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'The Dormouse is asleep again,' said the Hatter, and he poured a little |
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The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its |
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eyes, 'Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.' |
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'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to Alice |
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in the middle of her favourite word 'moral,' and the arm that was linked |
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into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen |
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in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm. |
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'A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak voice. |
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'Now, I give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen, stamping on the |
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ground as she spoke; 'either you or your head must be off, and that in |
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'Found IT,' the Mouse replied rather crossly: 'of course you know what |
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'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the |
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Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the |
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The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on, '"--found |
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it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer him the |
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crown. William's conduct at first was moderate. But the insolence of his |
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Normans--" How are you getting on now, my dear?' it continued, turning |
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She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the |
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mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, |
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that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long |
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hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else. |
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'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle. |
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'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: |
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So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she first |
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saw the White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it just at first, |
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the two creatures got so close to her, one on each side, and opened |
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'I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful |
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child; 'but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you |
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'She boxed the Queen's ears--' the Rabbit began. Alice gave a little |
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scream of laughter. 'Oh, hush!' the Rabbit whispered in a frightened |
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tone. 'The Queen will hear you! You see, she came rather late, and the |
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'Not QUITE right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; 'some of the words |
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'You don't know much,' said the Duchess; 'and that's a fact.' |
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Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it would |
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be as well to introduce some other subject of conversation. While she |
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was trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the |
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fire, and at once set to work throwing everything within her reach at |
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The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and, |
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by the time he had come back with the Duchess, it had entirely |
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disappeared; so the King and the executioner ran wildly up and down |
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looking for it, while the rest of the party went back to the game. |
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Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had been |
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jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadly |
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'It must be a very pretty dance,' said Alice timidly. |
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a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on messages next!' And she |
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began fancying the sort of thing that would happen: '"Miss Alice! Come |
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here directly, and get ready for your walk!" "Coming in a minute, |
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nurse! But I've got to see that the mouse doesn't get out." Only I don't |
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think,' Alice went on, 'that they'd let Dinah stop in the house if it |
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began ordering people about like that!' |
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By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table |
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in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs |
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of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, |
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and was just going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little |
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bottle that stood near the looking-glass. There was no label this time |
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'I didn't know it was YOUR table,' said Alice; 'it's laid for a great |
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'Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice |
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for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech. |
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'EVERYBODY has won, and all must have prizes.' |
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'But who is to give the prizes?' quite a chorus of voices asked. |
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'Why, SHE, of course,' said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one finger; |
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and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a confused |
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way, 'Prizes! Prizes!' |
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trembling voice, 'Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my |
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history, and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.' |
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It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the |
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birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a Duck and a Dodo, |
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a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the |
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way, and the whole party swam to the shore. |
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'ARE you to get in at all?' said the Footman. 'That's the first |
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It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. 'It's really |
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'Back to land again, and that's all the first figure,' said the Mock |
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Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had been |
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jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadly |
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and quietly, and looked at Alice. |
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'It must be a very pretty dance,' said Alice timidly. |
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'Would you like to see a little of it?' said the Mock Turtle. |
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'ARE you to get in at all?' said the Footman. 'That's the first |
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question, you know.' |
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It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. 'It's really |
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dreadful,' she muttered to herself, 'the way all the creatures argue. |
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It's enough to drive one crazy!' |
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The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for repeating his |
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remark, with variations. 'I shall sit here,' he said, 'on and off, for |
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days and days.' |
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TWO little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. 'What a number of |
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cucumber-frames there must be!' thought Alice. 'I wonder what they'll do |
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next! As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they COULD! I'm |
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sure I don't want to stay in here any longer!' |
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She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a |
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rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices |
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all talking together: she made out the words: 'Where's the other |
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ladder?--Why, I hadn't to bring but one; Bill's got the other--Bill! |
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'I should like it very much,' said Alice, 'but I haven't been invited |
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'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished. |
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Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer |
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things happening. While she was looking at the place where it had been, |
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it suddenly appeared again. |
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'By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. 'I'd nearly |
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forgotten to ask.' |
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Has lasted the rest of my life.' |
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'You are old,' said the youth, 'one would hardly suppose |
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That your eye was as steady as ever; |
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Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- |
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What made you so awfully clever?' |
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'I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' |
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to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable. |
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The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had a |
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consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural |
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to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as if she had |
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known them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long argument with the |
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Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would only say, 'I am older than |
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you, and must know better'; and this Alice would not allow without |
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knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its |
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age, there was no more to be said. |
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Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep 'Twinkle, |
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twinkle, twinkle, twinkle--' and went on so long that they had to pinch |
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it to make it stop. |
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'Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' said the Hatter, 'when the |
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Queen jumped up and bawled out, "He's murdering the time! Off with his |
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'That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked: |
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'because they lessen from day to day.' |
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This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little |
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before she made her next remark. 'Then the eleventh day must have been a |
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holiday?' |
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'Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle. |
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'And how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alice went on eagerly. |
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'That's enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interrupted in a very decided |
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she had accidentally upset the week before. |
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'Oh, I BEG your pardon!' she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, and |
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began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident of |
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the goldfish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of idea |
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that they must be collected at once and put back into the jury-box, or |
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they would die. |
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'The trial cannot proceed,' said the King in a very grave voice, 'until |
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all the jurymen are back in their proper places--ALL,' he repeated with |
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'Each with a lobster as a partner!' cried the Gryphon. |
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'Of course,' the Mock Turtle said: 'advance twice, set to partners--' |
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'--change lobsters, and retire in same order,' continued the Gryphon. |
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the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot |
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poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your |
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finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never |
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forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is |
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almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. |
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However, this bottle was NOT marked 'poison,' so Alice ventured to taste |
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it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour |
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of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot |
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buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off. |
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Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked. |
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'There's no sort of use in knocking,' said the Footman, 'and that for |
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two reasons. First, because I'm on the same side of the door as you |
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are; secondly, because they're making such a noise inside, no one could |
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possibly hear you.' And certainly there was a most extraordinary noise |
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going on within--a constant howling and sneezing, and every now and then |
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The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they |
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arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them--all sorts of little |
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birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was |
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standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard |
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him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, |
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'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. |
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'I don't much care where--' said Alice. |
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'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. |
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'--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation. |
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He sent them word I had not gone |
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(We know it to be true): |
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If she should push the matter on, |
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What would become of you? |
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I gave her one, they gave him two, |
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You gave us three or more; |
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They all returned from him to you, |
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Though they were mine before. |
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If I or she should chance to be |
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There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I |
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grow up, I'll write one--but I'm grown up now,' she added in a sorrowful |
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tone; 'at least there's no room to grow up any more HERE.' |
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'But then,' thought Alice, 'shall I NEVER get any older than I am |
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'I shall sit here,' the Footman remarked, 'till tomorrow--' |
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At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came |
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skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose, |
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and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him. |
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There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first really |
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clever thing the King had said that day. |
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'That PROVES his guilt,' said the Queen. |
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'It proves nothing of the sort!' said Alice. 'Why, you don't even know |
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what they're about!' |
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surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd better take him |
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his fan and gloves--that is, if I can find them.' As she said this, she |
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came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass |
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plate with the name 'W. RABBIT' engraved upon it. She went in without |
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knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the |
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real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the |
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fan and gloves. |
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eyes, 'Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.' |
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'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to Alice |
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again. |
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'No, I give it up,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?' |
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'I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter. |
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'Nor I,' said the March Hare. |
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Alice sighed wearily. 'I think you might do something better with the |
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'What do you know about this business?' the King said to Alice. |
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'Nothing,' said Alice. |
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'Nothing WHATEVER?' persisted the King. |
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down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table. |
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'Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone. |
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Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. |
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'I don't see any wine,' she remarked. |
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'There isn't any,' said the March Hare. |
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'I'll fetch the executioner myself,' said the King eagerly, and he |
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hurried off. |
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Alice thought she might as well go back, and see how the game was going |
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on, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance, screaming with |
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passion. She had already heard her sentence three of the players to be |
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executed for having missed their turns, and she did not like the look |
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of things at all, as the game was in such confusion that she never knew |
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whether it was her turn or not. So she went in search of her hedgehog. |
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The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed |
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'I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offended tone, 'so I can't |
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take more.' |
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'You mean you can't take LESS,' said the Hatter: 'it's very easy to take |
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MORE than nothing.' |
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'Nobody asked YOUR opinion,' said Alice. |
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'I thought you did,' said the Mouse. '--I proceed. "Edwin and Morcar, |
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the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and even Stigand, |
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the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable--"' |
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'Found WHAT?' said the Duck. |
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'Found IT,' the Mouse replied rather crossly: 'of course you know what |
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"it" means.' |
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'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the |
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there was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had to do such a |
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thing before, and he wasn't going to begin at HIS time of life. |
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The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could be |
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beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense. |
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The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about it in less |
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than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round. (It was this last |
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remark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious.) |
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Alice could think of nothing else to say but 'It belongs to the Duchess: |
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stays the same year for such a long time together.' |
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'Which is just the case with MINE,' said the Hatter. |
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Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no |
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sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. 'I don't quite |
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understand you,' she said, as politely as she could. |
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'The Dormouse is asleep again,' said the Hatter, and he poured a little |
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hot tea upon its nose. |
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The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its |
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'Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. 'You might just as well say |
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that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!' |
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'You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, 'that "I like what I |
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get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!' |
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'You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be |
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talking in his sleep, 'that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing |
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over their heads. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, |
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and crept a little way out of the wood to listen. |
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The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter, |
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nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, |
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saying, in a solemn tone, 'For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen |
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to play croquet.' The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone, |
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only changing the order of the words a little, 'From the Queen. An |
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invitation for the Duchess to play croquet.' |
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'What size do you want to be?' it asked. |
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'Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; 'only one |
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doesn't like changing so often, you know.' |
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'I DON'T know,' said the Caterpillar. |
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Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her life |
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before, and she felt that she was losing her temper. |
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'Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar. |
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of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself 'Now I |
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can do no more, whatever happens. What WILL become of me?' |
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Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, |
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and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there |
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seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room |
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again, no wonder she felt unhappy. |
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'It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one wasn't |
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'No, I didn't,' said Alice: 'I don't think it's at all a pity. I said |
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'She boxed the Queen's ears--' the Rabbit began. Alice gave a little |
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scream of laughter. 'Oh, hush!' the Rabbit whispered in a frightened |
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tone. 'The Queen will hear you! You see, she came rather late, and the |
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Queen said--' |
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And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark, |
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His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.] |
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'That's different from what I used to say when I was a child,' said the |
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Gryphon. |
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'Well, I never heard it before,' said the Mock Turtle; 'but it sounds |
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uncommon nonsense.' |
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Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her hands, |
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When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, |
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never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch |
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to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field |
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after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large |
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rabbit-hole under the hedge. |
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In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how |
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'Treacle,' said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time. |
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'I want a clean cup,' interrupted the Hatter: 'let's all move one place |
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He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare |
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moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly took |
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the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any |
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advantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse off than |
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in the world she was to get out again. |
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The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then |
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dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think |
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about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep |
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morning I've |
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Normans--" How are you getting on now, my dear?' it continued, turning |
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to Alice as it spoke. |
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'As wet as ever,' said Alice in a melancholy tone: 'it doesn't seem to |
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dry me at all.' |
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'In that case,' said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, 'I move |
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that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic |
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remedies--' |
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'Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of half |
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'I never went to him,' the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: 'he taught |
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'So he did, so he did,' said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and both |
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'And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in a hurry to |
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'Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: 'nine the next, and so |
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'What was that?' inquired Alice. |
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'Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle |
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replied; 'and then the different branches of Arithmetic--Ambition, |
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'I never heard of "Uglification,"' Alice ventured to say. 'What is it?' |
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The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. 'What! Never heard of |
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uglifying!' it exclaimed. 'You know what to beautify is, I suppose?' |
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'Yes,' said Alice doubtfully: 'it means--to--make--anything--prettier.' |
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The first thing she heard was a general chorus of 'There goes Bill!' |
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then the Rabbit's voice along--'Catch him, you by the hedge!' then |
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silence, and then another confusion of voices--'Hold up his head--Brandy |
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now--Don't choke him--How was it, old fellow? What happened to you? Tell |
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us all about it!' |
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Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, ('That's Bill,' thought |
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Alice,) 'Well, I hardly know--No more, thank ye; I'm better now--but I'm |
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a deal too flustered to tell you--all I know is, something comes at me |
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SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must |
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make me smaller, I suppose.' |
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So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she |
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began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through |
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'Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.' |
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'Well, if I must, I must,' the King said, with a melancholy air, and, |
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after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were |
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nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, 'What are tarts made of?' |
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she went. |
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Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little |
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glass table. 'Now, I'll manage better this time,' she said to herself, |
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and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that |
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led into the garden. Then she went to work nibbling at the mushroom (she |
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had kept a piece of it in her pocket) till she was about a foot high: |
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then she walked down the little passage: and THEN--she found herself at |
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last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool |
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'because they lessen from day to day.' |
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This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little |
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before she made her next remark. 'Then the eleventh day must have been a |
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holiday?' |
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'Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle. |
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'And how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alice went on eagerly. |
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'That's enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interrupted in a very decided |
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tone: 'tell her something about the games now.' |
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'They all can,' said the Duchess; 'and most of 'em do.' |
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'I don't know of any that do,' Alice said very politely, feeling quite |
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pleased to have got into a conversation. |
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'You don't know much,' said the Duchess; 'and that's a fact.' |
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'Well, if I must, I must,' the King said, with a melancholy air, and, |
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after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were |
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nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, 'What are tarts made of?' |
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'Pepper, mostly,' said the cook. |
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'Treacle,' said a sleepy voice behind her. |
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'Collar that Dormouse,' the Queen shrieked out. 'Behead that Dormouse! |
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Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with his |
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'What CAN all that green stuff be?' said Alice. 'And where HAVE my |
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shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?' |
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She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, |
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except a little shaking among the distant green leaves. |
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As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she |
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tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her |
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neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had |
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just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going |
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to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops |
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Twinkle, twinkle--"' |
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Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep 'Twinkle, |
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twinkle, twinkle, twinkle--' and went on so long that they had to pinch |
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it to make it stop. |
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'Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' said the Hatter, 'when the |
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bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the |
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book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in |
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it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or |
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conversation?' |
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So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the |
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hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure |
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Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, ('That's Bill,' thought |
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Alice,) 'Well, I hardly know--No more, thank ye; I'm better now--but I'm |
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a deal too flustered to tell you--all I know is, something comes at me |
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like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!' |
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'So you did, old fellow!' said the others. |
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'We must burn the house down!' said the Rabbit's voice; and Alice called |
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out as loud as she could, 'If you do. I'll set Dinah at you!' |
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any more!' And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she felt very |
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lonely and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she again heard |
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a little pattering of footsteps in the distance, and she looked up |
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eagerly, half hoping that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming |
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back to finish his story. |
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CHAPTER IV. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill |
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'Call the next witness!' said the King. |
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The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in |
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her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into the |
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court, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once. |
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'Give your evidence,' said the King. |
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'Shan't,' said the cook. |
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said Alice, seriously, 'I'll have nothing more to do with you. Mind |
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now!' The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossible |
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to say which), and they went on for some while in silence. |
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Alice was just beginning to think to herself, 'Now, what am I to do with |
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this creature when I get it home?' when it grunted again, so violently, |
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that she looked down into its face in some alarm. This time there could |
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be NO mistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, and she |
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felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it further. |
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CHAPTER XI. Who Stole the Tarts? |
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The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they |
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arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them--all sorts of little |
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birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was |
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standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard |
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him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, |
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and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court |
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'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's |
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a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all |
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her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago |
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anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which |
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was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a |
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sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. |
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'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt |
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the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.' |
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'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would |
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"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. |
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See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! |
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They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance? |
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Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? |
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Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance? |
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of everything I've said as yet.' |
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'A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they don't give |
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birthday presents like that!' But she did not venture to say it out |
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loud. |
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'Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp |
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little chin. |
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'Call the next witness!' said the King. |
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The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in |
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her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into the |
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court, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once. |
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'Give your evidence,' said the King. |
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'Shan't,' said the cook. |
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'It began with the tea,' the Hatter replied. |
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'Of course twinkling begins with a T!' said the King sharply. 'Do you |
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take me for a dunce? Go on!' |
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'I'm a poor man,' the Hatter went on, 'and most things twinkled after |
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This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, |
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rather shyly, 'I--I hardly know, sir, just at present--at least I know |
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who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been |
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changed several times since then.' |
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'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain |
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'I shall sit here,' the Footman remarked, 'till tomorrow--' |
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At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came |
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skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose, |
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and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him. |
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'--or next day, maybe,' the Footman continued in the same tone, exactly |
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as if nothing had happened. |
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'How am I to get in?' asked Alice again, in a louder tone. |
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she set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the |
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other, and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had |
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succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height. |
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It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it |
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felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, |
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and began talking to herself, as usual. 'Come, there's half my plan done |
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now! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going |
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to be, from one minute to another! However, I've got back to my right |
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size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how IS that |
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tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' |
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'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. |
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'I don't much care where--' said Alice. |
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'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. |
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'Come on!' cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it hurried |
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off, without waiting for the end of the song. |
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'What trial is it?' Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon only |
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answered 'Come on!' and ran the faster, while more and more faintly |
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came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words:-- |
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'A likely story indeed!' said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest |
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contempt. 'I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never ONE |
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with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's no use |
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denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you never tasted an |
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egg!' |
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'I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful |
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child; 'but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you |
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Alice, 'and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it |
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makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll |
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get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!' |
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She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, 'Which way? Which |
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way?', holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was |
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growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same |
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size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice |
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had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way |
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things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on |
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one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in |
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the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring |
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a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup. |
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'There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!' Alice said to herself, |
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them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of the |
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accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do |
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anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the |
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First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like |
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the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the |
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corners: next the ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over with |
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diamonds, and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After these came |
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the royal children; there were ten of them, and the little dears came |
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jumping merrily along hand in hand, in couples: they were all ornamented |
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with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among |
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them Alice recognised the White Rabbit: it was talking in a hurried |
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nervous manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by without |
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noticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the King's |
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her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and |
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'Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon. |
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'I'm NOT a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. 'Let me alone!' |
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'Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, |
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and added with a kind of sob, 'I've tried every way, and nothing seems |
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at the Cat's head with great curiosity. |
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'It's a friend of mine--a Cheshire Cat,' said Alice: 'allow me to |
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introduce it.' |
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'I don't like the look of it at all,' said the King: 'however, it may |
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'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked. |
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'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.' |
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Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on 'And how |
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do you know that you're mad?' |
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'To begin with,' said the Cat, 'a dog's not mad. You grant that?' |
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'Wouldn't it really?' said Alice in a tone of great surprise. |
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'Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle: 'why, if a fish came to ME, and |
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told me he was going a journey, I should say "With what porpoise?"' |
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'It isn't mine,' said the Hatter. |
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'Stolen!' the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a |
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memorandum of the fact. |
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'I keep them to sell,' the Hatter added as an explanation; 'I've none of |
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Alice thought she might as well go back, and see how the game was going |
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on, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance, screaming with |
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passion. She had already heard her sentence three of the players to be |
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executed for having missed their turns, and she did not like the look |
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of things at all, as the game was in such confusion that she never knew |
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whether it was her turn or not. So she went in search of her hedgehog. |
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The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed |
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to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them with the |
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other: the only difficulty was, that her flamingo was gone across to the |
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other side of the garden, where Alice could see it trying in a helpless |
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the verses to himself: '"WE KNOW IT TO BE TRUE--" that's the jury, of |
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course--"I GAVE HER ONE, THEY GAVE HIM TWO--" why, that must be what he |
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'But, it goes on "THEY ALL RETURNED FROM HIM TO YOU,"' said Alice. |
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'Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts |
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on the table. 'Nothing can be clearer than THAT. Then again--"BEFORE SHE |
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HAD THIS FIT--" you never had fits, my dear, I think?' he said to the |
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'Never!' said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the Lizard |
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'Change lobsters again!' yelled the Gryphon at the top of its voice. |
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'Back to land again, and that's all the first figure,' said the Mock |
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Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had been |
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jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadly |
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and quietly, and looked at Alice. |
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'It must be a very pretty dance,' said Alice timidly. |
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'Would you like to see a little of it?' said the Mock Turtle. |
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Quick, now!' And Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once |
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in the direction it pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it |
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'He took me for his housemaid,' she said to herself as she ran. 'How |
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surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd better take him |
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his fan and gloves--that is, if I can find them.' As she said this, she |
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'Call the next witness!' said the King. |
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The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in |
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her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into the |
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court, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once. |
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'Give your evidence,' said the King. |
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'Shan't,' said the cook. |
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The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice, |
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size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how IS that |
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to be done, I wonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open |
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place, with a little house in it about four feet high. 'Whoever lives |
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there,' thought Alice, 'it'll never do to come upon them THIS size: why, |
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I should frighten them out of their wits!' So she began nibbling at the |
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righthand bit again, and did not venture to go near the house till she |
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The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. 'Where shall I begin, please |
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your Majesty?' he asked. |
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'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you |
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'I couldn't afford to learn it.' said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. 'I |
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'What was that?' inquired Alice. |
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them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of the |
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accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do |
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anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the |
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'What do you know about this business?' the King said to Alice. |
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'Nothing,' said Alice. |
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a tone of great relief. 'Now at OURS they had at the end of the bill, |
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'You couldn't have wanted it much,' said Alice; 'living at the bottom of |
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These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an |
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occasional exclamation of 'Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and the constant |
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heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and |
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saying, 'Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,' but she could |
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not help thinking there MUST be more to come, so she sat still and said |
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'When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, |
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though still sobbing a little now and then, 'we went to school in the |
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sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call him Tortoise--' |
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or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or |
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Presently she began again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the |
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earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with |
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their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad |
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there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the |
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right word) '--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country |
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'Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark. |
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'Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess. 'Everything's got a moral, if only |
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you can find it.' And she squeezed herself up closer to Alice's side as |
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Alice did not much like keeping so close to her: first, because the |
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'If everybody minded their own business,' the Duchess said in a hoarse |
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growl, 'the world would go round a deal faster than it does.' |
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'Which would NOT be an advantage,' said Alice, who felt very glad to get |
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an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge. 'Just think of |
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what work it would make with the day and night! You see the earth takes |
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twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis--' |
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'Talking of axes,' said the Duchess, 'chop off her head!' |
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'But they were IN the well,' Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to |
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'Of course they were', said the Dormouse; '--well in.' |
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This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for |
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'Get to your places!' shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and |
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people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each |
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other; however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the game |
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began. Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in |
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her life; it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, |
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the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves |
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up and to stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches. |
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The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo: |
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she succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under |
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her arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got |
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'You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, 'that "I like what I |
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get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!' |
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'You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be |
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talking in his sleep, 'that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing |
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as "I sleep when I breathe"!' |
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'It IS the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the |
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conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice |
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'And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a little of |
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the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt a violent |
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blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot! |
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She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt |
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that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she |
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set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed |
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so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her |
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mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of the |
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hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. 'I beg pardon, your |
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Majesty,' he began, 'for bringing these in: but I hadn't quite finished |
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my tea when I was sent for.' |
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'You ought to have finished,' said the King. 'When did you begin?' |
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'She boxed the Queen's ears--' the Rabbit began. Alice gave a little |
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scream of laughter. 'Oh, hush!' the Rabbit whispered in a frightened |
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tone. 'The Queen will hear you! You see, she came rather late, and the |
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Queen said--' |
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'Get to your places!' shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and |
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people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each |
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other; however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the game |
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'If I'd been the whiting,' said Alice, whose thoughts were still running |
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on the song, 'I'd have said to the porpoise, "Keep back, please: we |
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don't want YOU with us!"' |
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'They were obliged to have him with them,' the Mock Turtle said: 'no |
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wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.' |
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'Wouldn't it really?' said Alice in a tone of great surprise. |
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'Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle: 'why, if a fish came to ME, and |
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the m--' |
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But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, even |
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in the middle of her favourite word 'moral,' and the arm that was linked |
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into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen |
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in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm. |
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'A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak voice. |
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'You're wrong about the crumbs,' said the Mock Turtle: 'crumbs would all |
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wash off in the sea. But they HAVE their tails in their mouths; and the |
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reason is--' here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut his eyes.--'Tell her |
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about the reason and all that,' he said to the Gryphon. |
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'The reason is,' said the Gryphon, 'that they WOULD go with the lobsters |
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to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had to fall a long |
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way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths. So they couldn't get |
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'Thank you,' said Alice, 'it's very interesting. I never knew so much |
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sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon. |
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'Ahem!' said the Mouse with an important air, 'are you all ready? This |
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is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please! "William |
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She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little |
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startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. 'You're thinking |
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about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't |
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tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in |
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'Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark. |
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'Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess. 'Everything's got a moral, if only |
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Alice considered a little, and then said 'The fourth.' |
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'Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. 'I told you butter wouldn't suit |
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the works!' he added looking angrily at the March Hare. |
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'It was the BEST butter,' the March Hare meekly replied. |
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'Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,' the Hatter grumbled: |
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'you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.' |
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'Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon. |
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'I'm NOT a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. 'Let me alone!' |
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'Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, |
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and added with a kind of sob, 'I've tried every way, and nothing seems |
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'I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said Alice. |
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'Thank you,' said Alice, 'it's very interesting. I never knew so much |
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about a whiting before.' |
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'I can tell you more than that, if you like,' said the Gryphon. 'Do you |
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know why it's called a whiting?' |
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'I never thought about it,' said Alice. 'Why?' |
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'IT DOES THE BOOTS AND SHOES.' the Gryphon replied very solemnly. |
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'Only mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked. |
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'Right, as usual,' said the Duchess: 'what a clear way you have of |
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'It's a mineral, I THINK,' said Alice. |
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'Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to |
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everything that Alice said; 'there's a large mustard-mine near here. And |
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was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, 'Oh my ears |
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and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she |
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turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found |
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herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging |
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So she called softly after it, 'Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we |
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won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you don't like them!' When the |
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Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to her: its |
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face was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and it said in a low |
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consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural |
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to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as if she had |
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known them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long argument with the |
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Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would only say, 'I am older than |
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you, and must know better'; and this Alice would not allow without |
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knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its |
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age, there was no more to be said. |
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At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among them, |
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called out, 'Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! I'LL soon make you |
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dry enough!' They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the Mouse |
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in the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt |
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Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's making such VERY |
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short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, 'I think, |
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'Why?' said the Caterpillar. |
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Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any |
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good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a VERY unpleasant |
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state of mind, she turned away. |
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'Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her. 'I've something important |
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'Well, if I must, I must,' the King said, with a melancholy air, and, |
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after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were |
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nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, 'What are tarts made of?' |
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'Pepper, mostly,' said the cook. |
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King put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round, to make out who |
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Alice could see, as well as if she were looking over their shoulders, |
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that all the jurors were writing down 'stupid things!' on their slates, |
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and she could even make out that one of them didn't know how to spell |
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'stupid,' and that he had to ask his neighbour to tell him. 'A nice |
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muddle their slates'll be in before the trial's over!' thought Alice. |
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denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you never tasted an |
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'I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful |
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child; 'but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you |
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'And ever since that,' the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, 'he won't |
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A bright idea came into Alice's head. 'Is that the reason so many |
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tea-things are put out here?' she asked. |
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'Yes, that's it,' said the Hatter with a sigh: 'it's always tea-time, |
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'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you |
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have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then |
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after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little |
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'Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar. |
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'Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; 'all I know |
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wig, (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how he did it,) he did |
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'And that's the jury-box,' thought Alice, 'and those twelve creatures,' |
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animals, and some were birds,) 'I suppose they are the jurors.' She said |
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this last word two or three times over to herself, being rather proud of |
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it: for she thought, and rightly too, that very few little girls of her |
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age knew the meaning of it at all. However, 'jury-men' would have done |
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till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance. |
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'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant |
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against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the |
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leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if--if I'd |
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only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that |
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was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. |
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So you see, Miss, we're doing our best, afore she comes, to--' At this |
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moment Five, who had been anxiously looking across the garden, called |
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out 'The Queen! The Queen!' and the three gardeners instantly threw |
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themselves flat upon their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps, |
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and Alice looked round, eager to see the Queen. |
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First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like |
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the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the |
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corners: next the ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over with |
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diamonds, and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After these came |
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the royal children; there were ten of them, and the little dears came |
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'You are old,' said the youth, 'one would hardly suppose |
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'I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' |
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Mabel! I'll try and say "How doth the little--"' and she crossed her |
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hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, |
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but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the |
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'Oh, I've had such a curious dream!' said Alice, and she told her |
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sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures |
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of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had |
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finished, her sister kissed her, and said, 'It WAS a curious dream, |
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dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it's getting late.' So |
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Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might, |
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Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: |
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she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words |
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'EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants. 'Well, I'll eat it,' said |
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Alice, 'and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it |
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little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, 'just |
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like a star-fish,' thought Alice. The poor little thing was snorting |
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like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and |
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straightening itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute |
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'If that's all you know about it, you may stand down,' continued the |
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'I can't go no lower,' said the Hatter: 'I'm on the floor, as it is.' |
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'Then you may SIT down,' the King replied. |
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'Then, you know,' the Mock Turtle went on, 'you throw the--' |
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'The lobsters!' shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air. |
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matter much,' thought Alice, 'as all the arches are gone from this side |
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of the ground.' So she tucked it away under her arm, that it might not |
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escape again, and went back for a little more conversation with her |
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When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to find quite a |
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large crowd collected round it: there was a dispute going on between |
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the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who were all talking at once, |
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while all the rest were quite silent, and looked very uncomfortable. |
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This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the |
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birds hurried off at once: one old Magpie began wrapping itself up very |
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carefully, remarking, 'I really must be getting home; the night-air |
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doesn't suit my throat!' and a Canary called out in a trembling voice to |
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its children, 'Come away, my dears! It's high time you were all in bed!' |
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On various pretexts they all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone. |
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him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, |
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and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court |
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was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good, |
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that it made Alice quite hungry to look at them--'I wish they'd get the |
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trial done,' she thought, 'and hand round the refreshments!' But there |
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seemed to be no chance of this, so she began looking at everything about |
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her, to pass away the time. |
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'Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. |
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'I dare say you never even spoke to Time!' |
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'Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: 'but I know I have to beat time |
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when I learn music.' |
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'Ah! that accounts for it,' said the Hatter. 'He won't stand beating. |
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'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered |
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about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second |
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thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be |
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the best plan.' |
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It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply |
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arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea |
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how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among |
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the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a |
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'UNimportant, of course, I meant,' the King hastily said, and went on |
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to himself in an undertone, |
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'important--unimportant--unimportant--important--' as if he were trying |
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which word sounded best. |
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'Mary Ann! Mary Ann!' said the voice. 'Fetch me my gloves this moment!' |
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Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was |
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the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the |
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house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large |
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as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it. |
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Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. |
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'What sort of people live about here?' |
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'In THAT direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives |
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a Hatter: and in THAT direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives a March |
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Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.' |
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'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. |
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it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing |
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off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with |
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Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: |
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did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon |
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a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. |
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Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: |
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she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another |
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long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. |
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'But what happens when you come to the beginning again?' Alice ventured |
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'Suppose we change the subject,' the March Hare interrupted, yawning. |
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'I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.' |
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that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anything |
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to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she |
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The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise and |
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confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not taste |
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theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on the back. |
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However, it was over at last, and they sat down again in a ring, and |
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lying on the glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' |
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thought the poor child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! |
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And I declare it's too bad, that it is!' |
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As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! |
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she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she |
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had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by |
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railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in |
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her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go |
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to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the |
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sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row |
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There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the |
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March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting |
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between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a |
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cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. 'Very |
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uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; 'only, as it's asleep, I |
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Next came an angry voice--the Rabbit's--'Pat! Pat! Where are you?' And |
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then a voice she had never heard before, 'Sure then I'm here! Digging |
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for apples, yer honour!' |
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'Digging for apples, indeed!' said the Rabbit angrily. 'Here! Come and |
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help me out of THIS!' (Sounds of more broken glass.) |
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'Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?' |
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'But, it goes on "THEY ALL RETURNED FROM HIM TO YOU,"' said Alice. |
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'Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts |
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on the table. 'Nothing can be clearer than THAT. Then again--"BEFORE SHE |
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HAD THIS FIT--" you never had fits, my dear, I think?' he said to the |
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'There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!' Alice said to herself, |
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as well as she could for sneezing. |
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There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess |
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sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howling |
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alternately without a moment's pause. The only things in the kitchen |
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that did not sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat which was sitting on |
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the hearth and grinning from ear to ear. |
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'Please would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, for she was |
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'I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to |
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feel a little worried. |
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'Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, 'as pigs have to fly; and |
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But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, even |
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'Yes!' shouted Alice. |
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'Come on, then!' roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession, |
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wondering very much what would happen next. |
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'It's--it's a very fine day!' said a timid voice at her side. She was |
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walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face. |
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'Very,' said Alice: '--where's the Duchess?' |
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'Only a thimble,' said Alice sadly. |
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'Hand it over here,' said the Dodo. |
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Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnly |
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presented the thimble, saying 'We beg your acceptance of this elegant |
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thimble'; and, when it had finished this short speech, they all cheered. |
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Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave |
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'YOU'D better not talk!' said Five. 'I heard the Queen say only |
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'What for?' said the one who had spoken first. |
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'That's none of YOUR business, Two!' said Seven. |
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'Yes, it IS his business!' said Five, 'and I'll tell him--it was for |
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'I'm sure those are not the right words,' said poor Alice, and her eyes |
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filled with tears again as she went on, 'I must be Mabel after all, and |
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I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to |
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no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I've |
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made up my mind about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no |
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use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I |
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Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of |
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living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: 'But |
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'Take some more tea,' the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. |
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'I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offended tone, 'so I can't |
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'I believe so,' Alice replied thoughtfully. 'They have their tails in |
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'You're wrong about the crumbs,' said the Mock Turtle: 'crumbs would all |
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wash off in the sea. But they HAVE their tails in their mouths; and the |
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reason is--' here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut his eyes.--'Tell her |
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chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was thatched with fur. It |
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was so large a house, that she did not like to go nearer till she had |
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nibbled some more of the lefthand bit of mushroom, and raised herself to |
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about two feet high: even then she walked up towards it rather timidly, |
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saying to herself 'Suppose it should be raving mad after all! I almost |
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way, 'Prizes! Prizes!' |
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Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her |
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pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt water had |
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not got into it), and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly one |
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'But she must have a prize herself, you know,' said the Mouse. |
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Normans--" How are you getting on now, my dear?' it continued, turning |
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'As wet as ever,' said Alice in a melancholy tone: 'it doesn't seem to |
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'Why, SHE, of course,' said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one finger; |
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and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a confused |
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Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her |
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pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt water had |
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not got into it), and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly one |
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Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and |
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called out to her in an angry tone, 'Why, Mary Ann, what ARE you doing |
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out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! |
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Quick, now!' And Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once |
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Game, or any other dish? |
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'I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, |
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'What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice. |
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'That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked: |
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This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little |
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before she made her next remark. 'Then the eleventh day must have been a |
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'Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle. |
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They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank--the |
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So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she |
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began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through |
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the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little |
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animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was |
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in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it |
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something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she |
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appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself |
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said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but |
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she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be |
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hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of |
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Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and |
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held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off |
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all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, |
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