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		The Project Gutenberg Etext of Through The Looking-Glass by Lewis
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		Through The Looking-Glass
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		by Lewis Carroll
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		Through The Looking-Glass,<br />Lewis Carroll <br /> The Millennium
Fulcrum Edition 1.7
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		CHAPTER I - Looking-Glass house
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		One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with
it:--it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had
been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an
hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it
COULDN'T have had any hand in the mischief.
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		The way Dinah washed her children's faces was this: first she held the
poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and then with the other paw
she rubbed its face all over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose: and
just now, as I said, she was hard at work on the white kitten, which
was lying quite still and trying to purr--no doubt feeling that it was
all meant for its good.
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		But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the afternoon,
and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great
arm-chair, half talking to herself and half asleep, the kitten had been
having a grand game of romps with the ball of worsted Alice had been
trying to wind up, and had been rolling it up and down till it had all
come undone again; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all
knots and tangles, with the kitten running after its own tail in the
middle.
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		'Oh, you wicked little thing!' cried Alice, catching up the kitten, and
giving it a little kiss to make it understand that it was in disgrace.
'Really, Dinah ought to have taught you better manners! You OUGHT,
Dinah, you know you ought!' she added, looking reproachfully at the old
cat, and speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage--and then she
scrambled back into the arm-chair, taking the kitten and the worsted
with her, and began winding up the ball again. But she didn't get on
very fast, as she was talking all the time, sometimes to the kitten,
and sometimes to herself. Kitty sat very demurely on her knee,
pretending to watch the progress of the winding, and now and then
putting out one paw and gently touching the ball, as if it would be
glad to help, if it might.
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		'Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty?' Alice began. 'You'd have
guessed if you'd been up in the window with me--only Dinah was making
you tidy, so you couldn't. I was watching the boys getting in sticks
for the bonfire--and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty! Only it got so
cold, and it snowed so, they had to leave off. Never mind, Kitty, we'll
go and see the bonfire to-morrow.' Here Alice wound two or three turns
of the worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look:
this led to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor,
and yards and yards of it got unwound again.
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		'Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on as soon as they
were comfortably settled again, 'when I saw all the mischief you had
been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out
into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous
darling! What have you got to say for yourself? Now don't interrupt
me!' she went on, holding up one finger. 'I'm going to tell you all
your faults. Number one: you squeaked twice while Dinah was washing
your face this morning. Now you can't deny it, Kitty: I heard you!
What's that you say?' (pretending that the kitten was speaking.) 'Her
paw went into your eye? Well, that's YOUR fault, for keeping your eyes
open--if you'd shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened. Now don't
make any more excuses, but listen! Number two: you pulled Snowdrop away
by the tail just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her! What,
you were thirsty, were you? How do you know she wasn't thirsty too? Now
for number three: you unwound every bit of the worsted while I wasn't
looking!
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		'That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished for any of
them yet. You know I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednesday
week--Suppose they had saved up all MY punishments!' she went on,
talking more to herself than the kitten. 'What WOULD they do at the end
of a year? I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when the day came.
Or--let me see--suppose each punishment was to be going without a
dinner: then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go without
fifty dinners at once! Well, I shouldn't mind THAT much! I'd far rather
go without them than eat them!
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		'Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and
soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over
outside. I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it
kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with
a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the
summer comes again." And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they
dress themselves all in green, and dance about--whenever the wind
blows--oh, that's very pretty!' cried Alice, dropping the ball of
worsted to clap her hands. 'And I do so WISH it was true! I'm sure the
woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.
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		'Kitty, can you play chess? Now, don't smile, my dear, I'm asking it
seriously. Because, when we were playing just now, you watched just as
if you understood it: and when I said "Check!" you purred! Well, it WAS
a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn't been for
that nasty Knight, that came wiggling down among my pieces. Kitty,
dear, let's pretend--' And here I wish I could tell you half the things
Alice used to say, beginning with her favourite phrase 'Let's pretend.'
She had had quite a long argument with her sister only the day before
--all because Alice had begun with 'Let's pretend we're kings and
queens;' and her sister, who liked being very exact, had argued that
they couldn't, because there were only two of them, and Alice had been
reduced at last to say, 'Well, YOU can be one of them then, and I'LL be
all the rest.' And once she had really frightened her old nurse by
shouting suddenly in her ear, 'Nurse! Do let's pretend that I'm a
hungry hyaena, and you're a bone.'
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		But this is taking us away from Alice's speech to the kitten. 'Let's
pretend that you're the Red Queen, Kitty! Do you know, I think if you
sat up and folded your arms, you'd look exactly like her. Now do try,
there's a dear!' And Alice got the Red Queen off the table, and set it
up before the kitten as a model for it to imitate: however, the thing
didn't succeed, principally, Alice said, because the kitten wouldn't
fold its arms properly. So, to punish it, she held it up to the
Looking-glass, that it might see how sulky it was--'and if you're not
good directly,' she added, 'I'll put you through into Looking-glass
House. How would you like THAT?'
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		'Now, if you'll only attend, Kitty, and not talk so much, I'll tell you
all my ideas about Looking-glass House. First, there's the room you can
see through the glass--that's just the same as our drawing room, only
the things go the other way. I can see all of it when I get upon a
chair--all but the bit behind the fireplace. Oh! I do so wish I could
see THAT bit! I want so much to know whether they've a fire in the
winter: you never CAN tell, you know, unless our fire smokes, and then
smoke comes up in that room too--but that may be only pretence, just to
make it look as if they had a fire. Well then, the books are something
like our books, only the words go the wrong way; I know that, because
I've held up one of our books to the glass, and then they hold up one
in the other room.
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		'How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if
they'd give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn't good to
drink--But oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a
little PEEP of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the
door of our drawing-room wide open: and it's very like our passage as
far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different on beyond.
Oh, Kitty! how nice it would be if we could only get through into
Looking- glass House! I'm sure it's got, oh! such beautiful things in
it! Let's pretend there's a way of getting through into it, somehow,
Kitty. Let's pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we
can get through. Why, it's turning into a sort of mist now, I declare!
It'll be easy enough to get through--' She was up on the chimney-piece
while she said this, though she hardly knew how she had got there. And
certainly the glass WAS beginning to melt away, just like a bright
silvery mist.
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		In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly
down into the Looking-glass room. The very first thing she did was to
look whether there was a fire in the fireplace, and she was quite
pleased to find that there was a real one, blazing away as brightly as
the one she had left behind. 'So I shall be as warm here as I was in
the old room,' thought Alice: 'warmer, in fact, because there'll be no
one here to scold me away from the fire. Oh, what fun it'll be, when
they see me through the glass in here, and can't get at me!'
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		Then she began looking about, and noticed that what could be seen from
the old room was quite common and uninteresting, but that all the rest
was as different as possible. For instance, the pictures on the wall
next the fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the
chimney-piece (you know you can only see the back of it in the
Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man, and grinned at
her.
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		'They don't keep this room so tidy as the other,' Alice thought to
herself, as she noticed several of the chessmen down in the hearth
among the cinders: but in another moment, with a little 'Oh!' of
surprise, she was down on her hands and knees watching them. The
chessmen were walking about, two and two!
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		'Here are the Red King and the Red Queen,' Alice said (in a whisper,
for fear of frightening them), 'and there are the White King and the
White Queen sitting on the edge of the shovel--and here are two castles
walking arm in arm--I don't think they can hear me,' she went on, as
she put her head closer down, 'and I'm nearly sure they can't see me. I
feel somehow as if I were invisible--'
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		Here something began squeaking on the table behind Alice, and made her
turn her head just in time to see one of the White Pawns roll over and
begin kicking: she watched it with great curiosity to see what would
happen next.
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		'It is the voice of my child!' the White Queen cried out as she rushed
past the King, so violently that she knocked him over among the
cinders. 'My precious Lily! My imperial kitten!' and she began
scrambling wildly up the side of the fender.
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		'Imperial fiddlestick!' said the King, rubbing his nose, which had been
hurt by the fall. He had a right to be a LITTLE annoyed with the Queen,
for he was covered with ashes from head to foot.
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		Alice was very anxious to be of use, and, as the poor little Lily was
nearly screaming herself into a fit, she hastily picked up the Queen
and set her on the table by the side of her noisy little daughter.
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		The Queen gasped, and sat down: the rapid journey through the air had
quite taken away her breath and for a minute or two she could do
nothing but hug the little Lily in silence. As soon as she had
recovered her breath a little, she called out to the White King, who
was sitting sulkily among the ashes, 'Mind the volcano!'
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		'What volcano?' said the King, looking up anxiously into the fire, as
if he thought that was the most likely place to find one.
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		'Blew--me--up,' panted the Queen, who was still a little out of breath.
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		Alice watched the White King as he slowly struggled up from bar to bar,
till at last she said, 'Why, you'll be hours and hours getting to the
table, at that rate. I'd far better help you, hadn't I?' But the King
took no notice of the question: it was quite clear that he could
neither hear her nor see her.
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		So Alice picked him up very gently, and lifted him across more slowly
than she had lifted the Queen, that she mightn't take his breath away:
but, before she put him on the table, she thought she might as well
dust him a little, he was so covered with ashes.
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		She said afterwards that she had never seen in all her life such a face
as the King made, when he found himself held in the air by an invisible
hand, and being dusted: he was far too much astonished to cry out, but
his eyes and his mouth went on getting larger and larger, and rounder
and rounder, till her hand shook so with laughing that she nearly let
him drop upon the floor.
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		'Oh! PLEASE don't make such faces, my dear!' she cried out, quite
forgetting that the King couldn't hear her. 'You make me laugh so that
I can hardly hold you! And don't keep your mouth so wide open! All the
ashes will get into it--there, now I think you're tidy enough!' she
added, as she smoothed his hair, and set him upon the table near the
Queen.
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		The King immediately fell flat on his back, and lay perfectly still:
and Alice was a little alarmed at what she had done, and went round the
room to see if she could find any water to throw over him. However, she
could find nothing but a bottle of ink, and when she got back with it
she found he had recovered, and he and the Queen were talking together
in a frightened whisper--so low, that Alice could hardly hear what they
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		The King was saying, 'I assure, you my dear, I turned cold to the very
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		To which the Queen replied, 'You haven't got any whiskers.'
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		'The horror of that moment,' the King went on, 'I shall never, NEVER
forget!'
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		'You will, though,' the Queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of
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		Alice looked on with great interest as the King took an enormous
memorandum-book out of his pocket, and began writing. A sudden thought
struck her, and she took hold of the end of the pencil, which came some
way over his shoulder, and began writing for him.
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		The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy, and struggled with the pencil
for some time without saying anything; but Alice was too strong for
him, and at last he panted out, 'My dear! I really MUST get a thinner
pencil. I can't manage this one a bit; it writes all manner of things
that I don't intend--'
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		'What manner of things?' said the Queen, looking over the book (in
which Alice had put 'THE WHITE KNIGHT IS SLIDING DOWN THE POKER. HE
BALANCES VERY BADLY') 'That's not a memorandum of YOUR feelings!'
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		There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while she sat
watching the White King (for she was still a little anxious about him,
and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case he fainted again),
she turned over the leaves, to find some part that she could read,
'--for it's all in some language I don't know,' she said to herself.
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		It was like this.
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		She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought
struck her. 'Why, it's a Looking-glass book, of course! And if I hold
it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again.'
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		This was the poem that Alice read.
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		'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's
RATHER hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, ever
to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) 'Somehow it seems to
fill my head with ideas--only I don't exactly know what they are!
However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING: that's clear, at any rate--'
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		'But oh!' thought Alice, suddenly jumping up, 'if I don't make haste I
shall have to go back through the Looking-glass, before I've seen what
the rest of the house is like! Let's have a look at the garden first!'
She was out of the room in a moment, and ran down stairs--or, at least,
it wasn't exactly running, but a new invention of hers for getting down
stairs quickly and easily, as Alice said to herself. She just kept the
tips of her fingers on the hand-rail, and floated gently down without
even touching the stairs with her feet; then she floated on through the
hall, and would have gone straight out at the door in the same way, if
she hadn't caught hold of the door-post. She was getting a little giddy
with so much floating in the air, and was rather glad to find herself
walking again in the natural way.
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		CHAPTER II - The Garden of Live Flowers
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		'I should see the garden far better,' said Alice to herself, 'if I
could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path that leads
straight to it--at least, no, it doesn't do that--' (after going a few
yards along the path, and turning several sharp corners), 'but I
suppose it will at last. But how curiously it twists! It's more like a
corkscrew than a path! Well, THIS turn goes to the hill, I suppose--no,
it doesn't! This goes straight back to the house! Well then, I'll try
it the other way.'
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		And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but
always coming back to the house, do what she would. Indeed, once, when
she turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it
before she could stop herself.
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		'It's no use talking about it,' Alice said, looking up at the house and
pretending it was arguing with her. 'I'm NOT going in again yet. I know
I should have to get through the Looking-glass again--back into the old
room--and there'd be an end of all my adventures!'
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		So, resolutely turning her back upon the house, she set out once more
down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to the hill.
For a few minutes all went on well, and she was just saying, 'I really
SHALL do it this time--' when the path gave a sudden twist and shook
itself (as she described it afterwards), and the next moment she found
herself actually walking in at the door.
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		'Oh, it's too bad!' she cried. 'I never saw such a house for getting in
the way! Never!'
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		However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing to be
done but start again. This time she came upon a large flower-bed, with
a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.
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		'O Tiger-lily,' said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving
gracefully about in the wind, 'I WISH you could talk!'
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		'We CAN talk,' said the Tiger-lily: 'when there's anybody worth talking
to.'
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		Alice was so astonished that she could not speak for a minute: it quite
seemed to take her breath away. At length, as the Tiger-lily only went
on waving about, she spoke again, in a timid voice--almost in a
whisper. 'And can ALL the flowers talk?'
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		'As well as YOU can,' said the Tiger-lily. 'And a great deal louder.'
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		'It isn't manners for us to begin, you know,' said the Rose, 'and I
really was wondering when you'd speak! Said I to myself, "Her face has
got SOME sense in it, though it's not a clever one!" Still, you're the
right colour, and that goes a long way.'
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		'I don't care about the colour,' the Tiger-lily remarked. 'If only her
petals curled up a little more, she'd be all right.'
	</text>
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		Alice didn't like being criticised, so she began asking questions.
'Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody
to take care of you?'
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		'There's the tree in the middle,' said the Rose: 'what else is it good
for?'
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		'But what could it do, if any danger came?' Alice asked.
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		'It says "Bough-wough!"' cried a Daisy: 'that's why its branches are
called boughs!'
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		'Didn't you know THAT?' cried another Daisy, and here they all began
shouting together, till the air seemed quite full of little shrill
voices. 'Silence, every one of you!' cried the Tiger- lily, waving
itself passionately from side to side, and trembling with excitement.
'They know I can't get at them!' it panted, bending its quivering head
towards Alice, 'or they wouldn't dare to do it!'
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		'Never mind!' Alice said in a soothing tone, and stooping down to the
daisies, who were just beginning again, she whispered, 'If you don't
hold your tongues, I'll pick you!'
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		There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink daisies turned
white.
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		'That's right!' said the Tiger-lily. 'The daisies are worst of all.
When one speaks, they all begin together, and it's enough to make one
wither to hear the way they go on!'
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		'How is it you can all talk so nicely?' Alice said, hoping to get it
into a better temper by a compliment. 'I've been in many gardens
before, but none of the flowers could talk.'
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		'Put your hand down, and feel the ground,' said the Tiger-lily. 'Then
you'll know why.'
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		Alice did so. 'It's very hard,' she said, 'but I don't see what that
has to do with it.'
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		'In most gardens,' the Tiger-lily said, 'they make the beds too
soft--so that the flowers are always asleep.'
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		This sounded a very good reason, and Alice was quite pleased to know
it. 'I never thought of that before!' she said.
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		'It's MY opinion that you never think AT ALL,' the Rose said in a
rather severe tone.
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		'I never saw anybody that looked stupider,' a Violet said, so suddenly,
that Alice quite jumped; for it hadn't spoken before.
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		'Hold YOUR tongue!' cried the Tiger-lily. 'As if YOU ever saw anybody!
You keep your head under the leaves, and snore away there, till you
know no more what's going on in the world, than if you were a bud!'
	</text>
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		'Are there any more people in the garden besides me?' Alice said, not
choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.
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		'There's one other flower in the garden that can move about like you,'
said the Rose. 'I wonder how you do it--' ('You're always wondering,'
said the Tiger-lily), 'but she's more bushy than you are.'
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		'Is she like me?' Alice asked eagerly, for the thought crossed her
mind, 'There's another little girl in the garden, somewhere!'
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		'Well, she has the same awkward shape as you,' the Rose said, 'but
she's redder--and her petals are shorter, I think.'
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		'Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia,' the Tiger-lily
interrupted: 'not tumbled about anyhow, like yours.'
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	<ocn>92</ocn>
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		'But that's not YOUR fault,' the Rose added kindly: 'you're beginning
to fade, you know--and then one can't help one's petals getting a
little untidy.'
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		Alice didn't like this idea at all: so, to change the subject, she
asked 'Does she ever come out here?'
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		'I daresay you'll see her soon,' said the Rose. 'She's one of the
thorny kind.'
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		'Where does she wear the thorns?' Alice asked with some curiosity.
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		'Why all round her head, of course,' the Rose replied. 'I was wondering
YOU hadn't got some too. I thought it was the regular rule.'
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		'She's coming!' cried the Larkspur. 'I hear her footstep, thump, thump,
thump, along the gravel-walk!'
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		Alice looked round eagerly, and found that it was the Red Queen. 'She's
grown a good deal!' was her first remark. She had indeed: when Alice
first found her in the ashes, she had been only three inches high--and
here she was, half a head taller than Alice herself!
	</text>
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		'It's the fresh air that does it,' said the Rose: 'wonderfully fine air
it is, out here.'
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		'I think I'll go and meet her,' said Alice, for, though the flowers
were interesting enough, she felt that it would be far grander to have
a talk with a real Queen.
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		'You can't possibly do that,' said the Rose: '_I_ should advise you to
walk the other way.'
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		This sounded nonsense to Alice, so she said nothing, but set off at
once towards the Red Queen. To her surprise, she lost sight of her in a
moment, and found herself walking in at the front-door again.
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		A little provoked, she drew back, and after looking everywhere for the
queen (whom she spied out at last, a long way off), she thought she
would try the plan, this time, of walking in the opposite direction.
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		It succeeded beautifully. She had not been walking a minute before she
found herself face to face with the Red Queen, and full in sight of the
hill she had been so long aiming at.
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		'Where do you come from?' said the Red Queen. 'And where are you going?
Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.'
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		Alice attended to all these directions, and explained, as well as she
could, that she had lost her way.
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		'I don't know what you mean by YOUR way,' said the Queen: 'all the ways
about here belong to ME--but why did you come out here at all?' she
added in a kinder tone. 'Curtsey while you're thinking what to say, it
saves time.'
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<object id="108">
	<ocn>108</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice wondered a little at this, but she was too much in awe of the
Queen to disbelieve it. 'I'll try it when I go home,' she thought to
herself, 'the next time I'm a little late for dinner.'
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		'It's time for you to answer now,' the Queen said, looking at her
watch: 'open your mouth a LITTLE wider when you speak, and always say
"your Majesty."'
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		'I only wanted to see what the garden was like, your Majesty--'
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		'That's right,' said the Queen, patting her on the head, which Alice
didn't like at all, 'though, when you say "garden,"--I'VE seen gardens,
compared with which this would be a wilderness.'
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		Alice didn't dare to argue the point, but went on: '--and I thought I'd
try and find my way to the top of that hill--'
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		'When you say "hill,"' the Queen interrupted, '_I_ could show you
hills, in comparison with which you'd call that a valley.'
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		'No, I shouldn't,' said Alice, surprised into contradicting her at
last: 'a hill CAN'T be a valley, you know. That would be nonsense--'
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		The Red Queen shook her head, 'You may call it "nonsense" if you like,'
she said, 'but I'VE heard nonsense, compared with which that would be
as sensible as a dictionary!'
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		Alice curtseyed again, as she was afraid from the Queen's tone that she
was a LITTLE offended: and they walked on in silence till they got to
the top of the little hill.
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		For some minutes Alice stood without speaking, looking out in all
directions over the country--and a most curious country it was. There
were a number of tiny little brooks running straight across it from
side to side, and the ground between was divided up into squares by a
number of little green hedges, that reached from brook to brook.
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		'I declare it's marked out just like a large chessboard!' Alice said at
last. 'There ought to be some men moving about somewhere --and so there
are!' She added in a tone of delight, and her heart began to beat quick
with excitement as she went on. 'It's a great huge game of chess that's
being played--all over the world--if this IS the world at all, you
know. Oh, what fun it is! How I WISH I was one of them! I wouldn't mind
being a Pawn, if only I might join--though of course I should LIKE to
be a Queen, best.'
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		She glanced rather shyly at the real Queen as she said this, but her
companion only smiled pleasantly, and said, 'That's easily managed. You
can be the White Queen's Pawn, if you like, as Lily's too young to
play; and you're in the Second Square to begin with: when you get to
the Eighth Square you'll be a Queen --' Just at this moment, somehow or
other, they began to run.
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		Alice never could quite make out, in thinking it over afterwards, how
it was that they began: all she remembers is, that they were running
hand in hand, and the Queen went so fast that it was all she could do
to keep up with her: and still the Queen kept crying 'Faster! Faster!'
but Alice felt she COULD NOT go faster, though she had not breath left
to say so.
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		The most curious part of the thing was, that the trees and the other
things round them never changed their places at all: however fast they
went, they never seemed to pass anything. 'I wonder if all the things
move along with us?' thought poor puzzled Alice. And the Queen seemed
to guess her thoughts, for she cried, 'Faster! Don't try to talk!'
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		Not that Alice had any idea of doing THAT. She felt as if she would
never be able to talk again, she was getting so much out of breath: and
still the Queen cried 'Faster! Faster!' and dragged her along. 'Are we
nearly there?' Alice managed to pant out at last.
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		'Nearly there!' the Queen repeated. 'Why, we passed it ten minutes ago!
Faster!' And they ran on for a time in silence, with the wind whistling
in Alice's ears, and almost blowing her hair off her head, she fancied.
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		'Now! Now!' cried the Queen. 'Faster! Faster!' And they went so fast
that at last they seemed to skim through the air, hardly touching the
ground with their feet, till suddenly, just as Alice was getting quite
exhausted, they stopped, and she found herself sitting on the ground,
breathless and giddy.
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		The Queen propped her up against a tree, and said kindly, 'You may rest
a little now.'
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		Alice looked round her in great surprise. 'Why, I do believe we've been
under this tree the whole time! Everything's just as it was!'
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		'Of course it is,' said the Queen, 'what would you have it?'
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		'Well, in OUR country,' said Alice, still panting a little, 'you'd
generally get to somewhere else--if you ran very fast for a long time,
as we've been doing.'
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		'A slow sort of country!' said the Queen. 'Now, HERE, you see, it takes
all the running YOU can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to
get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!'
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		'I'd rather not try, please!' said Alice. 'I'm quite content to stay
here--only I AM so hot and thirsty!'
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		'I know what YOU'D like!' the Queen said good-naturedly, taking a
little box out of her pocket. 'Have a biscuit?'
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	<text class="norm">
		Alice thought it would not be civil to say 'No,' though it wasn't at
all what she wanted. So she took it, and ate it as well as she could:
and it was VERY dry; and she thought she had never been so nearly
choked in all her life.
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</object>
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	<ocn>133</ocn>
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		'While you're refreshing yourself,' said the Queen, 'I'll just take the
measurements.' And she took a ribbon out of her pocket, marked in
inches, and began measuring the ground, and sticking little pegs in
here and there.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="134">
	<ocn>134</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'At the end of two yards,' she said, putting in a peg to mark the
distance, 'I shall give you your directions--have another biscuit?'
	</text>
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	<ocn>135</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'No, thank you,' said Alice: 'one's QUITE enough!'
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Thirst quenched, I hope?' said the Queen.
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</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		Alice did not know what to say to this, but luckily the Queen did not
wait for an answer, but went on. 'At the end of THREE yards I shall
repeat them--for fear of your forgetting them. At the end of FOUR, I
shall say good-bye. And at the end of FIVE, I shall go!'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>138</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		She had got all the pegs put in by this time, and Alice looked on with
great interest as she returned to the tree, and then began slowly
walking down the row.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>139</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		At the two-yard peg she faced round, and said, 'A pawn goes two squares
in its first move, you know. So you'll go VERY quickly through the
Third Square--by railway, I should think--and you'll find yourself in
the Fourth Square in no time. Well, THAT square belongs to Tweedledum
and Tweedledee--the Fifth is mostly water--the Sixth belongs to Humpty
Dumpty--But you make no remark?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="140">
	<ocn>140</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I--I didn't know I had to make one--just then,' Alice faltered out.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="141">
	<ocn>141</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You SHOULD have said, "It's extremely kind of you to tell me all
this"--however, we'll suppose it said--the Seventh Square is all
forest--however, one of the Knights will show you the way--and in the
Eighth Square we shall be Queens together, and it's all feasting and
fun!' Alice got up and curtseyed, and sat down again.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="142">
	<ocn>142</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		At the next peg the Queen turned again, and this time she said, 'Speak
in French when you can't think of the English for a thing --turn out
your toes as you walk--and remember who you are!' She did not wait for
Alice to curtsey this time, but walked on quickly to the next peg,
where she turned for a moment to say 'good-bye,' and then hurried on to
the last.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="143">
	<ocn>143</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		How it happened, Alice never knew, but exactly as she came to the last
peg, she was gone. Whether she vanished into the air, or whether she
ran quickly into the wood ('and she CAN run very fast!' thought Alice),
there was no way of guessing, but she was gone, and Alice began to
remember that she was a Pawn, and that it would soon be time for her to
move.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="144">
	<ocn>144</ocn>
	<text class="h4">
		CHAPTER III - Looking-Glass Insects
	</text>
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	<ocn>145</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Of course the first thing to do was to make a grand survey of the
country she was going to travel through. 'It's something very like
learning geography,' thought Alice, as she stood on tiptoe in hopes of
being able to see a little further. 'Principal rivers-- there ARE none.
Principal mountains--I'm on the only one, but I don't think it's got
any name. Principal towns--why, what ARE those creatures, making honey
down there? They can't be bees-- nobody ever saw bees a mile off, you
know--' and for some time she stood silent, watching one of them that
was bustling about among the flowers, poking its proboscis into them,
'just as if it was a regular bee,' thought Alice.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>146</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		However, this was anything but a regular bee: in fact it was an
elephant--as Alice soon found out, though the idea quite took her
breath away at first. 'And what enormous flowers they must be!' was her
next idea. 'Something like cottages with the roofs taken off, and
stalks put to them--and what quantities of honey they must make! I
think I'll go down and--no, I won't JUST yet,' she went on, checking
herself just as she was beginning to run down the hill, and trying to
find some excuse for turning shy so suddenly. 'It'll never do to go
down among them without a good long branch to brush them away--and what
fun it'll be when they ask me how I like my walk. I shall say-- "Oh, I
like it well enough--"' (here came the favourite little toss of the
head), '"only it was so dusty and hot, and the elephants did tease
so!"'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="147">
	<ocn>147</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I think I'll go down the other way,' she said after a pause: 'and
perhaps I may visit the elephants later on. Besides, I do so want to
get into the Third Square!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="148">
	<ocn>148</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		So with this excuse she ran down the hill and jumped over the first of
the six little brooks.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="149">
	<ocn>149</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="150">
	<ocn>150</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="151">
	<ocn>151</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="152">
	<ocn>152</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Tickets, please!' said the Guard, putting his head in at the window.
In a moment everybody was holding out a ticket: they were about the
same size as the people, and quite seemed to fill the carriage.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="153">
	<ocn>153</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Now then! Show your ticket, child!' the Guard went on, looking angrily
at Alice. And a great many voices all said together ('like the chorus
of a song,' thought Alice), 'Don't keep him waiting, child! Why, his
time is worth a thousand pounds a minute!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="154">
	<ocn>154</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm afraid I haven't got one,' Alice said in a frightened tone: 'there
wasn't a ticket-office where I came from.' And again the chorus of
voices went on. 'There wasn't room for one where she came from. The
land there is worth a thousand pounds an inch!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="155">
	<ocn>155</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Don't make excuses,' said the Guard: 'you should have bought one from
the engine-driver.' And once more the chorus of voices went on with
'The man that drives the engine. Why, the smoke alone is worth a
thousand pounds a puff!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="156">
	<ocn>156</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice thought to herself, 'Then there's no use in speaking.' The voices
didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her great
surprise, they all THOUGHT in chorus (I hope you understand what
THINKING IN CHORUS means--for I must confess that _I_ don't), 'Better
say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="157">
	<ocn>157</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I shall dream about a thousand pounds tonight, I know I shall!'
thought Alice.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="158">
	<ocn>158</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		All this time the Guard was looking at her, first through a telescope,
then through a microscope, and then through an opera- glass. At last he
said, 'You're travelling the wrong way,' and shut up the window and
went away.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="159">
	<ocn>159</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'So young a child,' said the gentleman sitting opposite to her (he was
dressed in white paper), 'ought to know which way she's going, even if
she doesn't know her own name!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="160">
	<ocn>160</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		A Goat, that was sitting next to the gentleman in white, shut his eyes
and said in a loud voice, 'She ought to know her way to the
ticket-office, even if she doesn't know her alphabet!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="161">
	<ocn>161</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		There was a Beetle sitting next to the Goat (it was a very queer
carriage-full of passengers altogether), and, as the rule seemed to be
that they should all speak in turn, HE went on with 'She'll have to go
back from here as luggage!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="162">
	<ocn>162</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice couldn't see who was sitting beyond the Beetle, but a hoarse
voice spoke next. 'Change engines--' it said, and was obliged to leave
off.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="163">
	<ocn>163</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It sounds like a horse,' Alice thought to herself. And an extremely
small voice, close to her ear, said, 'You might make a joke on
that--something about "horse" and "hoarse," you know.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="164">
	<ocn>164</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Then a very gentle voice in the distance said, 'She must be labelled
"Lass, with care," you know--'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="165">
	<ocn>165</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		And after that other voices went on ('What a number of people there are
in the carriage!' thought Alice), saying, 'She must go by post, as
she's got a head on her--' 'She must be sent as a message by the
telegraph--' 'She must draw the train herself the rest of the way--'
and so on.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="166">
	<ocn>166</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		But the gentleman dressed in white paper leaned forwards and whispered
in her ear, 'Never mind what they all say, my dear, but take a
return-ticket every time the train stops.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="167">
	<ocn>167</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Indeed I shan't!' Alice said rather impatiently. 'I don't belong to
this railway journey at all--I was in a wood just now --and I wish I
could get back there.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="168">
	<ocn>168</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You might make a joke on THAT,' said the little voice close to her
ear: 'something about "you WOULD if you could," you know.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="169">
	<ocn>169</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Don't tease so,' said Alice, looking about in vain to see where the
voice came from; 'if you're so anxious to have a joke made, why don't
you make one yourself?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="170">
	<ocn>170</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The little voice sighed deeply: it was VERY unhappy, evidently, and
Alice would have said something pitying to comfort it, 'If it would
only sigh like other people!' she thought. But this was such a
wonderfully small sigh, that she wouldn't have heard it at all, if it
hadn't come QUITE close to her ear. The consequence of this was that it
tickled her ear very much, and quite took off her thoughts from the
unhappiness of the poor little creature.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="171">
	<ocn>171</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I know you are a friend,' the little voice went on; 'a dear friend,
and an old friend. And you won't hurt me, though I AM an insect.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="172">
	<ocn>172</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'What kind of insect?' Alice inquired a little anxiously. What she
really wanted to know was, whether it could sting or not, but she
thought this wouldn't be quite a civil question to ask.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="173">
	<ocn>173</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'What, then you don't--' the little voice began, when it was drowned by
a shrill scream from the engine, and everybody jumped up in alarm,
Alice among the rest.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="174">
	<ocn>174</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The Horse, who had put his head out of the window, quietly drew it in
and said, 'It's only a brook we have to jump over.' Everybody seemed
satisfied with this, though Alice felt a little nervous at the idea of
trains jumping at all. 'However, it'll take us into the Fourth Square,
that's some comfort!' she said to herself. In another moment she felt
the carriage rise straight up into the air, and in her fright she
caught at the thing nearest to her hand, which happened to be the
Goat's beard.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="175">
	<ocn>175</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="176">
	<ocn>176</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="177">
	<ocn>177</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="178">
	<ocn>178</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it, and she found
herself sitting quietly under a tree--while the Gnat (for that was the
insect she had been talking to) was balancing itself on a twig just
over her head, and fanning her with its wings.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="179">
	<ocn>179</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		It certainly was a VERY large Gnat: 'about the size of a chicken,'
Alice thought. Still, she couldn't feel nervous with it, after they had
been talking together so long.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="180">
	<ocn>180</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'--then you don't like all insects?' the Gnat went on, as quietly as if
nothing had happened.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="181">
	<ocn>181</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I like them when they can talk,' Alice said. 'None of them ever talk,
where _I_ come from.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="182">
	<ocn>182</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where YOU come from?' the Gnat
inquired.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="183">
	<ocn>183</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I don't REJOICE in insects at all,' Alice explained, 'because I'm
rather afraid of them--at least the large kinds. But I can tell you the
names of some of them.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="184">
	<ocn>184</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Of course they answer to their names?' the Gnat remarked carelessly.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="185">
	<ocn>185</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I never knew them do it.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="186">
	<ocn>186</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'What's the use of their having names,' the Gnat said, 'if they won't
answer to them?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="187">
	<ocn>187</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'No use to THEM,' said Alice; 'but it's useful to the people who name
them, I suppose. If not, why do things have names at all?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="188">
	<ocn>188</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I can't say,' the Gnat replied. 'Further on, in the wood down there,
they've got no names--however, go on with your list of insects: you're
wasting time.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="189">
	<ocn>189</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Well, there's the Horse-fly,' Alice began, counting off the names on
her fingers.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="190">
	<ocn>190</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'All right,' said the Gnat: 'half way up that bush, you'll see a
Rocking-horse-fly, if you look. It's made entirely of wood, and gets
about by swinging itself from branch to branch.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="191">
	<ocn>191</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'What does it live on?' Alice asked, with great curiosity.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="192">
	<ocn>192</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Sap and sawdust,' said the Gnat. 'Go on with the list.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="193">
	<ocn>193</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice looked up at the Rocking-horse-fly with great interest, and made
up her mind that it must have been just repainted, it looked so bright
and sticky; and then she went on.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="194">
	<ocn>194</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And there's the Dragon-fly.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="195">
	<ocn>195</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Look on the branch above your head,' said the Gnat, 'and there you'll
find a snap-dragon-fly. Its body is made of plum-pudding, its wings of
holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="196">
	<ocn>196</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And what does it live on?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="197">
	<ocn>197</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Frumenty and mince pie,' the Gnat replied; 'and it makes its nest in a
Christmas box.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="198">
	<ocn>198</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And then there's the Butterfly,' Alice went on, after she had taken a
good look at the insect with its head on fire, and had thought to
herself, 'I wonder if that's the reason insects are so fond of flying
into candles--because they want to turn into Snap-dragon-flies!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="199">
	<ocn>199</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in
some alarm), 'you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin
slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump
of sugar.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="200">
	<ocn>200</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And what does IT live on?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="201">
	<ocn>201</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Weak tea with cream in it.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="202">
	<ocn>202</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		A new difficulty came into Alice's head. 'Supposing it couldn't find
any?' she suggested.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="203">
	<ocn>203</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Then it would die, of course.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="204">
	<ocn>204</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'But that must happen very often,' Alice remarked thoughtfully.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="205">
	<ocn>205</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It always happens,' said the Gnat.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="206">
	<ocn>206</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two, pondering. The Gnat
amused itself meanwhile by humming round and round her head: at last it
settled again and remarked, 'I suppose you don't want to lose your
name?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="207">
	<ocn>207</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'No, indeed,' Alice said, a little anxiously.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="208">
	<ocn>208</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And yet I don't know,' the Gnat went on in a careless tone: 'only
think how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home without
it! For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to your lessons,
she would call out "come here--," and there she would have to leave
off, because there wouldn't be any name for her to call, and of course
you wouldn't have to go, you know.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="209">
	<ocn>209</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'That would never do, I'm sure,' said Alice: 'the governess would never
think of excusing me lessons for that. If she couldn't remember my
name, she'd call me "Miss!" as the servants do.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="210">
	<ocn>210</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Well, if she said "Miss," and didn't say anything more,' the Gnat
remarked, 'of course you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. I wish YOU
had made it.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="211">
	<ocn>211</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Why do you wish _I_ had made it?' Alice asked. 'It's a very bad one.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="212">
	<ocn>212</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling
down its cheeks.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="213">
	<ocn>213</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You shouldn't make jokes,' Alice said, 'if it makes you so unhappy.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="214">
	<ocn>214</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this time the
poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for, when Alice
looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig, and, as
she was getting quite chilly with sitting still so long, she got up and
walked on.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="215">
	<ocn>215</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side of
it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a LITTLE
timid about going into it. However, on second thoughts, she made up her
mind to go on: 'for I certainly won't go BACK,' she thought to herself,
and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="216">
	<ocn>216</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'This must be the wood,' she said thoughtfully to herself, 'where
things have no names. I wonder what'll become of MY name when I go in?
I shouldn't like to lose it at all--because they'd have to give me
another, and it would be almost certain to be an ugly one. But then the
fun would be trying to find the creature that had got my old name!
That's just like the advertisements, you know, when people lose
dogs--"ANSWERS TO THE NAME OF 'DASH:' HAD ON A BRASS COLLAR"--just
fancy calling everything you met "Alice," till one of them answered!
Only they wouldn't answer at all, if they were wise.'
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</object>
<object id="217">
	<ocn>217</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it looked
very cool and shady. 'Well, at any rate it's a great comfort,' she said
as she stepped under the trees, 'after being so hot, to get into
the--into WHAT?' she went on, rather surprised at not being able to
think of the word. 'I mean to get under the--under the--under THIS, you
know!' putting her hand on the trunk of the tree. 'What DOES it call
itself, I wonder? I do believe it's got no name--why, to be sure it
hasn't!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="218">
	<ocn>218</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		She stood silent for a minute, thinking: then she suddenly began again.
'Then it really HAS happened, after all! And now, who am I? I WILL
remember, if I can! I'm determined to do it!' But being determined
didn't help much, and all she could say, after a great deal of
puzzling, was, 'L, I KNOW it begins with L!'
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		Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at Alice with its large
gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all frightened. 'Here then! Here then!'
Alice said, as she held out her hand and tried to stroke it; but it
only started back a little, and then stood looking at her again.
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		'What do you call yourself?' the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet
voice it had!
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		'I wish I knew!' thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly,
'Nothing, just now.'
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		'Think again,' it said: 'that won't do.'
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		Alice thought, but nothing came of it. 'Please, would you tell me what
YOU call yourself?' she said timidly. 'I think that might help a
little.'
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		'I'll tell you, if you'll move a little further on,' the Fawn said. 'I
can't remember here.'
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		So they walked on together though the wood, Alice with her arms clasped
lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into
another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air,
and shook itself free from Alice's arms. 'I'm a Fawn!' it cried out in
a voice of delight, 'and, dear me! you're a human child!' A sudden look
of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it
had darted away at full speed.
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		Alice stood looking after it, almost ready to cry with vexation at
having lost her dear little fellow-traveller so suddenly. 'However, I
know my name now.' she said, 'that's SOME comfort. Alice--Alice--I
won't forget it again. And now, which of these finger-posts ought I to
follow, I wonder?'
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		It was not a very difficult question to answer, as there was only one
road through the wood, and the two finger-posts both pointed along it.
'I'll settle it,' Alice said to herself, 'when the road divides and
they point different ways.'
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		But this did not seem likely to happen. She went on and on, a long way,
but wherever the road divided there were sure to be two finger-posts
pointing the same way, one marked 'TO TWEEDLEDUM'S HOUSE' and the other
'TO THE HOUSE OF TWEEDLEDEE.'
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		'I do believe,' said Alice at last, 'that they live in the same house!
I wonder I never thought of that before--But I can't stay there long.
I'll just call and say "how d'you do?" and ask them the way out of the
wood. If I could only get to the Eighth Square before it gets dark!' So
she wandered on, talking to herself as she went, till, on turning a
sharp corner, she came upon two fat little men, so suddenly that she
could not help starting back, but in another moment she recovered
herself, feeling sure that they must be.
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		CHAPTER IV - Tweedledum and Tweedledee
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		They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other's
neck, and Alice knew which was which in a moment, because one of them
had 'DUM' embroidered on his collar, and the other 'DEE.' 'I suppose
they've each got "TWEEDLE" round at the back of the collar,' she said
to herself.
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		They stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive, and she was
just looking round to see if the word "TWEEDLE" was written at the back
of each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming from the one
marked 'DUM.'
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		'If you think we're wax-works,' he said, 'you ought to pay, you know.
Wax-works weren't made to be looked at for nothing, nohow!'
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		'Contrariwise,' added the one marked 'DEE,' 'if you think we're alive,
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		'I'm sure I'm very sorry,' was all Alice could say; for the words of
the old song kept ringing through her head like the ticking of a clock,
and she could hardly help saying them out loud:--
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'Tweedledum and Tweedledee<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Agreed to have a battle;<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;For Tweedledum said Tweedledee<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Had spoiled his nice new rattle.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Just then flew down a monstrous crow,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;As black as a tar-barrel;<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Which frightened both the heroes so,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;They quite forgot their quarrel.'<br />	
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		'I know what you're thinking about,' said Tweedledum: 'but it isn't so,
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		'Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, 'if it was so, it might be; and
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		'I was thinking,' Alice said very politely, 'which is the best way out
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		But the little men only looked at each other and grinned.
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		They looked so exactly like a couple of great schoolboys, that Alice
couldn't help pointing her finger at Tweedledum, and saying 'First
Boy!'
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		'Nohow!' Tweedledum cried out briskly, and shut his mouth up again with
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		'Next Boy!' said Alice, passing on to Tweedledee, though she felt quite
certain he would only shout out 'Contrariwise!' and so he did.
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		'You've been wrong!' cried Tweedledum. 'The first thing in a visit is
to say "How d'ye do?" and shake hands!' And here the two brothers gave
each other a hug, and then they held out the two hands that were free,
to shake hands with her.
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		Alice did not like shaking hands with either of them first, for fear of
hurting the other one's feelings; so, as the best way out of the
difficulty, she took hold of both hands at once: the next moment they
were dancing round in a ring. This seemed quite natural (she remembered
afterwards), and she was not even surprised to hear music playing: it
seemed to come from the tree under which they were dancing, and it was
done (as well as she could make it out) by the branches rubbing one
across the other, like fiddles and fiddle-sticks.
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		'But it certainly WAS funny,' (Alice said afterwards, when she was
telling her sister the history of all this,) 'to find myself singing
"HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH." I don't know when I began it, but
somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long long time!'
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		The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of breath. 'Four
times round is enough for one dance,' Tweedledum panted out, and they
left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music stopped at
the same moment.
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		Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood looking at her for a
minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as Alice didn't know how to
begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with. 'It
would never do to say "How d'ye do?" NOW,' she said to herself: 'we
seem to have got beyond that, somehow!'
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		'I hope you're not much tired?' she said at last.
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		'Nohow. And thank you VERY much for asking,' said Tweedledum.
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		'So much obliged!' added Tweedledee. 'You like poetry?'
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		'Ye-es, pretty well--SOME poetry,' Alice said doubtfully. 'Would you
tell me which road leads out of the wood?'
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		'What shall I repeat to her?' said Tweedledee, looking round at
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		'"THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER" is the longest,' Tweedledum replied,
giving his brother an affectionate hug.
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		Tweedledee began instantly:
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		'The sun was shining--'
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		Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. 'If it's VERY long,' she said, as
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		Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'The sun was shining on the sea,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Shining with all his might:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;He did his very best to make<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The billows smooth and bright--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And this was odd, because it was<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The middle of the night.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The Walrus and the Carpenter<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Were walking close at hand;<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;They wept like anything to see<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Such quantities of sand:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"If this were only cleared away,"<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;They said, "it WOULD be grand!"<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"The time has come," the Walrus said,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"To talk of many things:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Of cabbages--and kings--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And why the sea is boiling hot--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And whether pigs have wings."<br />	
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		'I like the Walrus best,' said Alice: 'because you see he was a LITTLE
sorry for the poor oysters.'
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		'He ate more than the Carpenter, though,' said Tweedledee. 'You see he
held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count
how many he took: contrariwise.'
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		'That was mean!' Alice said indignantly. 'Then I like the Carpenter
best--if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.'
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		'But he ate as many as he could get,' said Tweedledum.
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		This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, 'Well! They were BOTH
very unpleasant characters--' Here she checked herself in some alarm,
at hearing something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large
steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared it was more
likely to be a wild beast. 'Are there any lions or tigers about here?'
she asked timidly.
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		'It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee.
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		'Come and look at him!' the brothers cried, and they each took one of
Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
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		'Isn't he a LOVELY sight?' said Tweedledum.
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		Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap
on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy
heap, and snoring loud--'fit to snore his head off!' as Tweedledum
remarked.
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		'I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,' said Alice,
who was a very thoughtful little girl.
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		'He's dreaming now,' said Tweedledee: 'and what do you think he's
dreaming about?'
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		Alice said 'Nobody can guess that.'
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		'Why, about YOU!' Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands
triumphantly. 'And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you
suppose you'd be?'
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		'Where I am now, of course,' said Alice.
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		'Not you!' Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. 'You'd be nowhere. Why,
you're only a sort of thing in his dream!'
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		'If that there King was to wake,' added Tweedledum, 'you'd go
out--bang!--just like a candle!'
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		'I shouldn't!' Alice exclaimed indignantly. 'Besides, if I'M only a
sort of thing in his dream, what are YOU, I should like to know?'
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		'Ditto' said Tweedledum.
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		'Ditto, ditto' cried Tweedledee.
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		He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying, 'Hush! You'll
be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise.'
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		'Well, it no use YOUR talking about waking him,' said Tweedledum, 'when
you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're
not real.'
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		'I AM real!' said Alice and began to cry.
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	<ocn>300</ocn>
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		'You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying,' Tweedledee remarked:
'there's nothing to cry about.'
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		'If I wasn't real,' Alice said--half-laughing through her tears, it all
seemed so ridiculous--'I shouldn't be able to cry.'
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		'I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?' Tweedledum interrupted
in a tone of great contempt.
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	<ocn>303</ocn>
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		'I know they're talking nonsense,' Alice thought to herself: 'and it's
foolish to cry about it.' So she brushed away her tears, and went on as
cheerfully as she could. 'At any rate I'd better be getting out of the
wood, for really it's coming on very dark. Do you think it's going to
rain?'
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		Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother, and
looked up into it. 'No, I don't think it is,' he said: 'at least--not
under HERE. Nohow.'
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		'But it may rain OUTSIDE?'
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	<text class="norm">
		'It may--if it chooses,' said Tweedledee: 'we've no objection.
Contrariwise.'
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		'Selfish things!' thought Alice, and she was just going to say
'Good-night' and leave them, when Tweedledum sprang out from under the
umbrella and seized her by the wrist.
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</object>
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	<ocn>308</ocn>
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		'Do you see THAT?' he said, in a voice choking with passion, and his
eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as he pointed with a
trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree.
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		'It's only a rattle,' Alice said, after a careful examination of the
little white thing. 'Not a rattleSNAKE, you know,' she added hastily,
thinking that he was frightened: 'only an old rattle--quite old and
broken.'
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		'I knew it was!' cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and
tear his hair. 'It's spoilt, of course!' Here he looked at Tweedledee,
who immediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide himself under
the umbrella.
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		Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said in a soothing tone, 'You
needn't be so angry about an old rattle.'
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		'But it isn't old!' Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever.
'It's new, I tell you--I bought it yesterday--my nice new RATTLE!' and
his voice rose to a perfect scream.
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<object id="313">
	<ocn>313</ocn>
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		All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the umbrella,
with himself in it: which was such an extraordinary thing to do, that
it quite took off Alice's attention from the angry brother. But he
couldn't quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in
the umbrella, with only his head out: and there he lay, opening and
shutting his mouth and his large eyes--'looking more like a fish than
anything else,' Alice thought.
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<object id="314">
	<ocn>314</ocn>
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		'Of course you agree to have a battle?' Tweedledum said in a calmer
tone.
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		'I suppose so,' the other sulkily replied, as he crawled out of the
umbrella: 'only SHE must help us to dress up, you know.'
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		So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the wood, and returned
in a minute with their arms full of things--such as bolsters, blankets,
hearth-rugs, table-cloths, dish-covers and coal-scuttles. 'I hope
you're a good hand at pinning and tying strings?' Tweedledum remarked.
'Every one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other.'
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	<ocn>317</ocn>
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		Alice said afterwards she had never seen such a fuss made about
anything in all her life--the way those two bustled about-- and the
quantity of things they put on--and the trouble they gave her in tying
strings and fastening buttons--'Really they'll be more like bundles of
old clothes than anything else, by the time they're ready!' she said to
herself, as she arranged a bolster round the neck of Tweedledee, 'to
keep his head from being cut off,' as he said.
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<object id="318">
	<ocn>318</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You know,' he added very gravely, 'it's one of the most serious things
that can possibly happen to one in a battle--to get one's head cut
off.'
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	<ocn>319</ocn>
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		Alice laughed aloud: but she managed to turn it into a cough, for fear
of hurting his feelings.
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	<ocn>320</ocn>
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		'Do I look very pale?' said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet
tied on. (He CALLED it a helmet, though it certainly looked much more
like a saucepan.)
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	<text class="norm">
		'Well--yes--a LITTLE,' Alice replied gently.
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	<ocn>322</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm very brave generally,' he went on in a low voice: 'only to-day I
happen to have a headache.'
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</object>
<object id="323">
	<ocn>323</ocn>
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		'And I'VE got a toothache!' said Tweedledee, who had overheard the
remark. 'I'm far worse off than you!'
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	<ocn>324</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Then you'd better not fight to-day,' said Alice, thinking it a good
opportunity to make peace.
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<object id="325">
	<ocn>325</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'We MUST have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on long,'
said Tweedledum. 'What's the time now?'
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	<text class="norm">
		Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said 'Half-past four.'
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Let's fight till six, and then have dinner,' said Tweedledum.
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Very well,' the other said, rather sadly: 'and SHE can watch us--only
you'd better not come VERY close,' he added: 'I generally hit
everything I can see--when I get really excited.'
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<object id="329">
	<ocn>329</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And _I_ hit everything within reach,' cried Tweedledum, 'whether I can
see it or not!'
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	<text class="norm">
		Alice laughed. 'You must hit the TREES pretty often, I should think,'
she said.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="331">
	<ocn>331</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. 'I don't suppose,'
he said, 'there'll be a tree left standing, for ever so far round, by
the time we've finished!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="332">
	<ocn>332</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And all about a rattle!' said Alice, still hoping to make them a
LITTLE ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.
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</object>
<object id="333">
	<ocn>333</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I shouldn't have minded it so much,' said Tweedledum, 'if it hadn't
been a new one.'
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</object>
<object id="334">
	<ocn>334</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I wish the monstrous crow would come!' thought Alice.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="335">
	<ocn>335</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'There's only one sword, you know,' Tweedledum said to his brother:
'but you can have the umbrella--it's quite as sharp. Only we must begin
quick. It's getting as dark as it can.'
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</object>
<object id="336">
	<ocn>336</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And darker,' said Tweedledee.
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	<ocn>337</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a
thunderstorm coming on. 'What a thick black cloud that is!' she said.
'And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!'
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<object id="338">
	<ocn>338</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It's the crow!' Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm: and
the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment.
	</text>
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	<ocn>339</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree.
'It can never get at me HERE,' she thought: 'it's far too large to
squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't flap its
wings so--it makes quite a hurricane in the wood-- here's somebody's
shawl being blown away!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="340">
	<ocn>340</ocn>
	<text class="h4">
		CHAPTER V - Wool and Water
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		She caught the shawl as she spoke, and looked about for the owner: in
another moment the White Queen came running wildly through the wood,
with both arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and Alice
very civilly went to meet her with the shawl.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="342">
	<ocn>342</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm very glad I happened to be in the way,' Alice said, as she helped
her to put on her shawl again.
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<object id="343">
	<ocn>343</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The White Queen only looked at her in a helpless frightened sort of
way, and kept repeating something in a whisper to herself that sounded
like 'bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter,' and Alice felt that if there
was to be any conversation at all, she must manage it herself. So she
began rather timidly: 'Am I addressing the White Queen?'
	</text>
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<object id="344">
	<ocn>344</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing,' The Queen said. 'It isn't MY
notion of the thing, at all.'
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	<ocn>345</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice thought it would never do to have an argument at the very
beginning of their conversation, so she smiled and said, 'If your
Majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, I'll do it as well as
I can.'
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	<ocn>346</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'But I don't want it done at all!' groaned the poor Queen. 'I've been
a-dressing myself for the last two hours.'
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	<ocn>347</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		It would have been all the better, as it seemed to Alice, if she had
got some one else to dress her, she was so dreadfully untidy. 'Every
single thing's crooked,' Alice thought to herself, 'and she's all over
pins!--may I put your shawl straight for you?' she added aloud.
	</text>
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<object id="348">
	<ocn>348</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I don't know what's the matter with it!' the Queen said, in a
melancholy voice. 'It's out of temper, I think. I've pinned it here,
and I've pinned it there, but there's no pleasing it!'
	</text>
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<object id="349">
	<ocn>349</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It CAN'T go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side,' Alice
said, as she gently put it right for her; 'and, dear me, what a state
your hair is in!'
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</object>
<object id="350">
	<ocn>350</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'The brush has got entangled in it!' the Queen said with a sigh. 'And I
lost the comb yesterday.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="351">
	<ocn>351</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice carefully released the brush, and did her best to get the hair
into order. 'Come, you look rather better now!' she said, after
altering most of the pins. 'But really you should have a lady's maid!'
	</text>
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<object id="352">
	<ocn>352</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm sure I'll take you with pleasure!' the Queen said. 'Twopence a
week, and jam every other day.'
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</object>
<object id="353">
	<ocn>353</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice couldn't help laughing, as she said, 'I don't want you to hire
ME--and I don't care for jam.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="354">
	<ocn>354</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It's very good jam,' said the Queen.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="355">
	<ocn>355</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Well, I don't want any TO-DAY, at any rate.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="356">
	<ocn>356</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You couldn't have it if you DID want it,' the Queen said. 'The rule
is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday--but never jam to-day.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="357">
	<ocn>357</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It MUST come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="358">
	<ocn>358</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'No, it can't,' said the Queen. 'It's jam every OTHER day: to-day isn't
any OTHER day, you know.'
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</object>
<object id="359">
	<ocn>359</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="360">
	<ocn>360</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it
always makes one a little giddy at first--'
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</object>
<object id="361">
	<ocn>361</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Living backwards!' Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never
heard of such a thing!'
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</object>
<object id="362">
	<ocn>362</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'--but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both
ways.'
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</object>
<object id="363">
	<ocn>363</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm sure MINE only works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember
things before they happen.'
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<object id="364">
	<ocn>364</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen
remarked.
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</object>
<object id="365">
	<ocn>365</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'What sort of things do YOU remember best?' Alice ventured to ask.
	</text>
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	<ocn>366</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Oh, things that happened the week after next,' the Queen replied in a
careless tone. 'For instance, now,' she went on, sticking a large piece
of plaster [band-aid] on her finger as she spoke, 'there's the King's
Messenger. He's in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn't
even begin till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of
all.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="367">
	<ocn>367</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Suppose he never commits the crime?' said Alice.
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		'That would be all the better, wouldn't it?' the Queen said, as she
bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.
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		Alice felt there was no denying THAT. 'Of course it would be all the
better,' she said: 'but it wouldn't be all the better his being
punished.'
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		'You're wrong THERE, at any rate,' said the Queen: 'were YOU ever
punished?'
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		'Only for faults,' said Alice.
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		'And you were all the better for it, I know!' the Queen said
triumphantly.
	</text>
</object>
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		'Yes, but then I HAD done the things I was punished for,' said Alice:
'that makes all the difference.'
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		'But if you HADN'T done them,' the Queen said, 'that would have been
better still; better, and better, and better!' Her voice went higher
with each 'better,' till it got quite to a squeak at last.
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		Alice was just beginning to say 'There's a mistake somewhere--,' when
the Queen began screaming so loud that she had to leave the sentence
unfinished. 'Oh, oh, oh!' shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as
if she wanted to shake it off. 'My finger's bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!'
	</text>
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		Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-engine, that
Alice had to hold both her hands over her ears.
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</object>
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		'What IS the matter?' she said, as soon as there was a chance of making
herself heard. 'Have you pricked your finger?'
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</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'I haven't pricked it YET,' the Queen said, 'but I soon shall-- oh, oh,
oh!'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>379</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'When do you expect to do it?' Alice asked, feeling very much inclined
to laugh.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="380">
	<ocn>380</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'When I fasten my shawl again,' the poor Queen groaned out: 'the brooch
will come undone directly. Oh, oh!' As she said the words the brooch
flew open, and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp it
again.
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		'Take care!' cried Alice. 'You're holding it all crooked!' And she
caught at the brooch; but it was too late: the pin had slipped, and the
Queen had pricked her finger.
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</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'That accounts for the bleeding, you see,' she said to Alice with a
smile. 'Now you understand the way things happen here.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'But why don't you scream now?' Alice asked, holding her hands ready to
put over her ears again.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>384</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Why, I've done all the screaming already,' said the Queen. 'What would
be the good of having it all over again?'
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</object>
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	<ocn>385</ocn>
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		By this time it was getting light. 'The crow must have flown away, I
think,' said Alice: 'I'm so glad it's gone. I thought it was the night
coming on.'
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</object>
<object id="386">
	<ocn>386</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I wish _I_ could manage to be glad!' the Queen said. 'Only I never can
remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood, and
being glad whenever you like!'
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</object>
<object id="387">
	<ocn>387</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Only it is so VERY lonely here!' Alice said in a melancholy voice; and
at the thought of her loneliness two large tears came rolling down her
cheeks.
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</object>
<object id="388">
	<ocn>388</ocn>
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		'Oh, don't go on like that!' cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands
in despair. 'Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long
way you've come to-day. Consider what o'clock it is. Consider anything,
only don't cry!'
	</text>
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<object id="389">
	<ocn>389</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice could not help laughing at this, even in the midst of her tears.
'Can YOU keep from crying by considering things?' she asked.
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		'That's the way it's done,' the Queen said with great decision: 'nobody
can do two things at once, you know. Let's consider your age to begin
with--how old are you?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="391">
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	<text class="norm">
		'I'm seven and a half exactly.'
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</object>
<object id="392">
	<ocn>392</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You needn't say "exactually,"' the Queen remarked: 'I can believe it
without that. Now I'll give YOU something to believe. I'm just one
hundred and one, five months and a day.'
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</object>
<object id="393">
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	<text class="norm">
		'I can't believe THAT!' said Alice.
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</object>
<object id="394">
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	<text class="norm">
		'Can't you?' the Queen said in a pitying tone. 'Try again: draw a long
breath, and shut your eyes.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said: 'one CAN'T believe
impossible things.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="396">
	<ocn>396</ocn>
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		'I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was
your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've
believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes
the shawl again!'
	</text>
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	<ocn>397</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The brooch had come undone as she spoke, and a sudden gust of wind blew
the Queen's shawl across a little brook. The Queen spread out her arms
again, and went flying after it, and this time she succeeded in
catching it for herself. 'I've got it!' she cried in a triumphant tone.
'Now you shall see me pin it on again, all by myself!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="398">
	<ocn>398</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Then I hope your finger is better now?' Alice said very politely, as
she crossed the little brook after the Queen.
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	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="400">
	<ocn>400</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="401">
	<ocn>401</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
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		'Oh, much better!' cried the Queen, her voice rising to a squeak as she
went on. 'Much be-etter! Be-etter! Be-e-e-etter! Be-e-ehh!' The last
word ended in a long bleat, so like a sheep that Alice quite started.
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		She looked at the Queen, who seemed to have suddenly wrapped herself up
in wool. Alice rubbed her eyes, and looked again. She couldn't make out
what had happened at all. Was she in a shop? And was that really--was
it really a SHEEP that was sitting on the other side of the counter?
Rub as she could, she could make nothing more of it: she was in a
little dark shop, leaning with her elbows on the counter, and opposite
to her was an old Sheep, sitting in an arm-chair knitting, and every
now and then leaving off to look at her through a great pair of
spectacles.
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		'What is it you want to buy?' the Sheep said at last, looking up for a
moment from her knitting.
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	<text class="norm">
		'I don't QUITE know yet,' Alice said, very gently. 'I should like to
look all round me first, if I might.'
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	<ocn>406</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You may look in front of you, and on both sides, if you like,' said
the Sheep: 'but you can't look ALL round you--unless you've got eyes at
the back of your head.'
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		But these, as it happened, Alice had NOT got: so she contented herself
with turning round, looking at the shelves as she came to them.
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	<text class="norm">
		The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious things-- but the
oddest part of it all was, that whenever she looked hard at any shelf,
to make out exactly what it had on it, that particular shelf was always
quite empty: though the others round it were crowded as full as they
could hold.
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	<ocn>409</ocn>
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		'Things flow about so here!' she said at last in a plaintive tone,
after she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a large bright
thing, that looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a work-box,
and was always in the shelf next above the one she was looking at. 'And
this one is the most provoking of all--but I'll tell you what--' she
added, as a sudden thought struck her, 'I'll follow it up to the very
top shelf of all. It'll puzzle it to go through the ceiling, I expect!'
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<object id="410">
	<ocn>410</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		But even this plan failed: the 'thing' went through the ceiling as
quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it.
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		'Are you a child or a teetotum?' the Sheep said, as she took up another
pair of needles. 'You'll make me giddy soon, if you go on turning round
like that.' She was now working with fourteen pairs at once, and Alice
couldn't help looking at her in great astonishment.
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<object id="412">
	<ocn>412</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'How CAN she knit with so many?' the puzzled child thought to herself.
'She gets more and more like a porcupine every minute!'
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	<text class="norm">
		'Can you row?' the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting- needles
as she spoke.
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<object id="414">
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		'Yes, a little--but not on land--and not with needles--' Alice was
beginning to say, when suddenly the needles turned into oars in her
hands, and she found they were in a little boat, gliding along between
banks: so there was nothing for it but to do her best.
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<object id="415">
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	<text class="norm">
		'Feather!' cried the Sheep, as she took up another pair of needles.
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	<text class="norm">
		This didn't sound like a remark that needed any answer, so Alice said
nothing, but pulled away. There was something very queer about the
water, she thought, as every now and then the oars got fast in it, and
would hardly come out again.
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<object id="417">
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		'Feather! Feather!' the Sheep cried again, taking more needles. 'You'll
be catching a crab directly.'
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		'A dear little crab!' thought Alice. 'I should like that.'
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	<text class="norm">
		'Didn't you hear me say "Feather"?' the Sheep cried angrily, taking up
quite a bunch of needles.
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	<text class="norm">
		'Indeed I did,' said Alice: 'you've said it very often--and very loud.
Please, where ARE the crabs?'
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<object id="421">
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		'In the water, of course!' said the Sheep, sticking some of the needles
into her hair, as her hands were full. 'Feather, I say!'
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	<text class="norm">
		'WHY do you say "feather" so often?' Alice asked at last, rather vexed.
'I'm not a bird!'
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	<text class="norm">
		'You are,' said the Sheep: 'you're a little goose.'
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<object id="424">
	<ocn>424</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		This offended Alice a little, so there was no more conversation for a
minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimes among beds of
weeds (which made the oars stick fast in the water, worse then ever),
and sometimes under trees, but always with the same tall river-banks
frowning over their heads.
	</text>
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<object id="425">
	<ocn>425</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Oh, please! There are some scented rushes!' Alice cried in a sudden
transport of delight. 'There really are--and SUCH beauties!'
	</text>
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	<ocn>426</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You needn't say "please" to ME about 'em,' the Sheep said, without
looking up from her knitting: 'I didn't put 'em there, and I'm not
going to take 'em away.'
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	<ocn>427</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'No, but I meant--please, may we wait and pick some?' Alice pleaded.
'If you don't mind stopping the boat for a minute.'
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<object id="428">
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	<text class="norm">
		'How am _I_ to stop it?' said the Sheep. 'If you leave off rowing,
it'll stop of itself.'
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	<ocn>429</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would, till it
glided gently in among the waving rushes. And then the little sleeves
were carefully rolled up, and the little arms were plunged in
elbow-deep to get the rushes a good long way down before breaking them
off--and for a while Alice forgot all about the Sheep and the knitting,
as she bent over the side of the boat, with just the ends of her
tangled hair dipping into the water--while with bright eager eyes she
caught at one bunch after another of the darling scented rushes.
	</text>
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	<ocn>430</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I only hope the boat won't tipple over!' she said to herself. 'Oh,
WHAT a lovely one! Only I couldn't quite reach it.' 'And it certainly
DID seem a little provoking ('almost as if it happened on purpose,' she
thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as
the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she
couldn't reach.
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<object id="431">
	<ocn>431</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'The prettiest are always further!' she said at last, with a sigh at
the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off, as, with flushed
cheeks and dripping hair and hands, she scrambled back into her place,
and began to arrange her new-found treasures.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="432">
	<ocn>432</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		What mattered it to her just then that the rushes had begun to fade,
and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that she
picked them? Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very
little while--and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like
snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet-- but Alice hardly noticed this,
there were so many other curious things to think about.
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<object id="433">
	<ocn>433</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		They hadn't gone much farther before the blade of one of the oars got
fast in the water and WOULDN'T come out again (so Alice explained it
afterwards), and the consequence was that the handle of it caught her
under the chin, and, in spite of a series of little shrieks of 'Oh, oh,
oh!' from poor Alice, it swept her straight off the seat, and down
among the heap of rushes.
	</text>
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<object id="434">
	<ocn>434</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		However, she wasn't hurt, and was soon up again: the Sheep went on with
her knitting all the while, just as if nothing had happened. 'That was
a nice crab you caught!' she remarked, as Alice got back into her
place, very much relieved to find herself still in the boat.
	</text>
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<object id="435">
	<ocn>435</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Was it? I didn't see it,' Said Alice, peeping cautiously over the side
of the boat into the dark water. 'I wish it hadn't let go--I should so
like to see a little crab to take home with me!' But the Sheep only
laughed scornfully, and went on with her knitting.
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Are there many crabs here?' said Alice.
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<object id="437">
	<ocn>437</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Crabs, and all sorts of things,' said the Sheep: 'plenty of choice,
only make up your mind. Now, what DO you want to buy?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="438">
	<ocn>438</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'To buy!' Alice echoed in a tone that was half astonished and half
frightened--for the oars, and the boat, and the river, had vanished all
in a moment, and she was back again in the little dark shop.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="439">
	<ocn>439</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I should like to buy an egg, please,' she said timidly. 'How do you
sell them?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="440">
	<ocn>440</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Fivepence farthing for one--Twopence for two,' the Sheep replied.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="441">
	<ocn>441</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Then two are cheaper than one?' Alice said in a surprised tone, taking
out her purse.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="442">
	<ocn>442</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Only you MUST eat them both, if you buy two,' said the Sheep.
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</object>
<object id="443">
	<ocn>443</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Then I'll have ONE, please,' said Alice, as she put the money down on
the counter. For she thought to herself, 'They mightn't be at all nice,
you know.'
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</object>
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	<ocn>444</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The Sheep took the money, and put it away in a box: then she said 'I
never put things into people's hands--that would never do--you must get
it for yourself.' And so saying, she went off to the other end of the
shop, and set the egg upright on a shelf.
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	<ocn>445</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I wonder WHY it wouldn't do?' thought Alice, as she groped her way
among the tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the
end. 'The egg seems to get further away the more I walk towards it. Let
me see, is this a chair? Why, it's got branches, I declare! How very
odd to find trees growing here! And actually here's a little brook!
Well, this is the very queerest shop I ever saw!'
	</text>
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	<ocn>446</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="447">
	<ocn>447</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="448">
	<ocn>448</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>449</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		So she went on, wondering more and more at every step, as everything
turned into a tree the moment she came up to it, and she quite expected
the egg to do the same.
	</text>
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<object id="450">
	<ocn>450</ocn>
	<text class="h4">
		CHAPTER VI - Humpty Dumpty
	</text>
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	<ocn>451</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		However, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human:
when she had come within a few yards of it, she saw that it had eyes
and a nose and mouth; and when she had come close to it, she saw
clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. 'It can't be anybody else!'
she said to herself. 'I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written
all over his face.'
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<object id="452">
	<ocn>452</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that enormous
face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting with his legs crossed, like a Turk, on
the top of a high wall--such a narrow one that Alice quite wondered how
he could keep his balance--and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the
opposite direction, and he didn't take the least notice of her, she
thought he must be a stuffed figure after all.
	</text>
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	<ocn>453</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'And how exactly like an egg he is!' she said aloud, standing with her
hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to
fall.
	</text>
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	<ocn>454</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It's VERY provoking,' Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking
away from Alice as he spoke, 'to be called an egg-- VERY!'
	</text>
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	<ocn>455</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir,' Alice gently explained. 'And some
eggs are very pretty, you know' she added, hoping to turn her remark
into a sort of a compliment.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>456</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Some people,' said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual,
'have no more sense than a baby!'
	</text>
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<object id="457">
	<ocn>457</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like
conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to HER; in fact,
his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree--so she stood and
softly repeated to herself:--
	</text>
</object>
<object id="458">
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		'That last line is much too long for the poetry,' she added, almost out
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		'Don't stand there chattering to yourself like that,' Humpty Dumpty
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your business.'
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		'It's a stupid enough name!' Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently.
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		'Of course it must,' Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: 'MY name
means the shape I am--and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name
like yours, you might be any shape, almost.'
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		'Why do you sit out here all alone?' said Alice, not wishing to begin
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		'Why, because there's nobody with me!' cried Humpty Dumpty. 'Did you
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		'Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground?' Alice went on, not
with any idea of making another riddle, but simply in her good-natured
anxiety for the queer creature. 'That wall is so VERY narrow!'
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		'What tremendously easy riddles you ask!' Humpty Dumpty growled out.
'Of course I don't think so! Why, if ever I DID fall off-- which
there's no chance of--but IF I did--' Here he pursed his lips and
looked so solemn and grand that Alice could hardly help laughing. 'IF I
did fall,' he went on, 'THE KING HAS PROMISED ME--WITH HIS VERY OWN
MOUTH--to--to--'
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		'To send all his horses and all his men,' Alice interrupted, rather
unwisely.
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		'Now I declare that's too bad!' Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into a
sudden passion. 'You've been listening at doors--and behind trees-- and
down chimneys--or you couldn't have known it!'
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		'I haven't, indeed!' Alice said very gently. 'It's in a book.'
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		'Ah, well! They may write such things in a BOOK,' Humpty Dumpty said in
a calmer tone. 'That's what you call a History of England, that is.
Now, take a good look at me! I'm one that has spoken to a King, _I_ am:
mayhap you'll never see such another: and to show you I'm not proud,
you may shake hands with me!' And he grinned almost from ear to ear, as
he leant forwards (and as nearly as possible fell off the wall in doing
so) and offered Alice his hand. She watched him a little anxiously as
she took it. 'If he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet
behind,' she thought: 'and then I don't know what would happen to his
head! I'm afraid it would come off!'
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		'Yes, all his horses and all his men,' Humpty Dumpty went on. 'They'd
pick me up again in a minute, THEY would! However, this conversation is
going on a little too fast: let's go back to the last remark but one.'
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		'I'm afraid I can't quite remember it,' Alice said very politely.
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		'In that case we start fresh,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'and it's my turn to
choose a subject--' ('He talks about it just as if it was a game!'
thought Alice.) 'So here's a question for you. How old did you say you
were?'
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		'Wrong!' Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. 'You never said a word
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		'Seven years and six months!' Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. 'An
uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you'd asked MY advice, I'd have said
"Leave off at seven"--but it's too late now.'
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		'I never ask advice about growing,' Alice said indignantly.
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		Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. 'I mean,' she said,
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		'ONE can't, perhaps,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'but TWO can. With proper
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		'What a beautiful belt you've got on!' Alice suddenly remarked.
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		(They had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought: and if
they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn
now.) 'At least,' she corrected herself on second thoughts, 'a
beautiful cravat, I should have said--no, a belt, I mean--I beg your
pardon!' she added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly
offended, and she began to wish she hadn't chosen that subject. 'If I
only knew,' she thought to herself, 'which was neck and which was
waist!'
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		Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he said nothing for a
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		'It is a--MOST--PROVOKING--thing,' he said at last, 'when a person
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		'I know it's very ignorant of me,' Alice said, in so humble a tone that
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		'It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. It's a present
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		'Is it really?' said Alice, quite pleased to find that she HAD chosen a
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		'They gave it me,' Humpty Dumpty continued thoughtfully, as he crossed
one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it, 'they gave it
me--for an un-birthday present.'
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		'I beg your pardon?' Alice said with a puzzled air.
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		'I'm not offended,' said Humpty Dumpty.
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		'I mean, what IS an un-birthday present?'
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		Alice considered a little. 'I like birthday presents best,' she said at
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		'You don't know what you're talking about!' cried Humpty Dumpty. 'How
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		'Three hundred and sixty-five,' said Alice.
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		'And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five, what remains?'
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		Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. 'I'd rather see that done on paper,' he
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		Alice couldn't help smiling as she took out her memorandum- book, and
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		Humpty Dumpty took the book, and looked at it carefully. 'That seems to
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		'You're holding it upside down!' Alice interrupted.
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		'To be sure I was!' Humpty Dumpty said gaily, as she turned it round
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		'Certainly,' said Alice.
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		'And only ONE for birthday presents, you know. There's glory for you!'
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		Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. 'Of course you don't-- till I tell
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		'But "glory" doesn't mean "a nice knock-down argument,"' Alice
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		'When _I_ use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone,
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		'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you CAN make words mean so many
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		'The question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'which is to be master-- that's
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		Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty
Dumpty began again. 'They've a temper, some of them-- particularly
verbs, they're the proudest--adjectives you can do anything with, but
not verbs--however, _I_ can manage the whole lot of them!
Impenetrability! That's what _I_ say!'
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		'Would you tell me, please,' said Alice 'what that means?'
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		'Now you talk like a reasonable child,' said Humpty Dumpty, looking
very much pleased. 'I meant by "impenetrability" that we've had enough
of that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you
mean to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest
of your life.'
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		'That's a great deal to make one word mean,' Alice said in a thoughtful
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		'When I make a word do a lot of work like that,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'I
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		'Oh!' said Alice. She was too much puzzled to make any other remark.
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		'Ah, you should see 'em come round me of a Saturday night,' Humpty
Dumpty went on, wagging his head gravely from side to side: 'for to get
their wages, you know.'
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		'You seem very clever at explaining words, Sir,' said Alice. 'Would you
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		'Let's hear it,' said Humpty Dumpty. 'I can explain all the poems that
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		'That's enough to begin with,' Humpty Dumpty interrupted: 'there are
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		'Well, "SLITHY" means "lithe and slimy." "Lithe" is the same as
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		'Well, "TOVES" are something like badgers--they're something like
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		'They are that,' said Humpty Dumpty: 'also they make their nests under
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		'And what's the "GYRE" and to "GIMBLE"?'
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		'To "GYRE" is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To "GIMBLE" is to
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		'And "THE WABE" is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?' said
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		'Of course it is. It's called "WABE," you know, because it goes a long
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		'Exactly so. Well, then, "MIMSY" is "flimsy and miserable" (there's
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		'And then "MOME RATHS"?' said Alice. 'I'm afraid I'm giving you a great
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		'Well, a "RATH" is a sort of green pig: but "MOME" I'm not certain
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		'Well, "OUTGRABING" is something between bellowing and whistling, with
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maybe--down in the wood yonder--and when you've once heard it you'll be
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		'I read it in a book,' said Alice. 'But I had some poetry repeated to
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		'As to poetry, you know,' said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of his
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		'The piece I'm going to repeat,' he went on without noticing her
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		Alice felt that in that case she really OUGHT to listen to it, so she
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		only I don't sing it,' he added, as an explanation.
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		'If you can SEE whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes than
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		'Thank you very much,' said Alice.
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		'I will, if I can remember it so long,' said Alice.
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		'You needn't go on making remarks like that,' Humpty Dumpty said:
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		'I'm afraid I don't quite understand,' said Alice.
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		'It gets easier further on,' Humpty Dumpty replied.
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The fishes answered with a grin,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"Why, what a temper you are in!"<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I took a kettle large and new,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Fit for the deed I had to do.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;My heart went hop, my heart went thump;<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I filled the kettle at the pump.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Then some one came to me and said,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"The little fishes are in bed."<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I said to him, I said it plain,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"Then you must wake them up again."<br />	
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		Humpty Dumpty raised his voice almost to a scream as he repeated this
verse, and Alice thought with a shudder, 'I wouldn't have been the
messenger for ANYTHING!'
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I took a corkscrew from the shelf:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I went to wake them up myself.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And when I found the door was locked,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And when I found the door was shut,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I tried to turn the handle, but--'<br />	
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		There was a long pause.
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		'Is that all?' Alice timidly asked.
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		'That's all,' said Humpty Dumpty. 'Good-bye.'
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		This was rather sudden, Alice thought: but, after such a VERY strong
hint that she ought to be going, she felt that it would hardly be civil
to stay. So she got up, and held out her hand. 'Good-bye, till we meet
again!' she said as cheerfully as she could.
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		'I shouldn't know you again if we DID meet,' Humpty Dumpty replied in a
discontented tone, giving her one of his fingers to shake; 'you're so
exactly like other people.'
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		'The face is what one goes by, generally,' Alice remarked in a
thoughtful tone.
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		'That's just what I complain of,' said Humpty Dumpty. 'Your face is the
same as everybody has--the two eyes, so--' (marking their places in the
air with this thumb) 'nose in the middle, mouth under. It's always the
same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for
instance--or the mouth at the top--that would be SOME help.'
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		'It wouldn't look nice,' Alice objected. But Humpty Dumpty only shut
his eyes and said 'Wait till you've tried.'
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		Alice waited a minute to see if he would speak again, but as he never
opened his eyes or took any further notice of her, she said 'Good-bye!'
once more, and, getting no answer to this, she quietly walked away: but
she couldn't help saying to herself as she went, 'Of all the
unsatisfactory--' (she repeated this aloud, as it was a great comfort
to have such a long word to say) 'of all the unsatisfactory people I
EVER met--' She never finished the sentence, for at this moment a heavy
crash shook the forest from end to end.
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		CHAPTER VII - The Lion and the Unicorn
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		The next moment soldiers came running through the wood, at first in
twos and threes, then ten or twenty together, and at last in such
crowds that they seemed to fill the whole forest. Alice got behind a
tree, for fear of being run over, and watched them go by.
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		She thought that in all her life she had never seen soldiers so
uncertain on their feet: they were always tripping over something or
other, and whenever one went down, several more always fell over him,
so that the ground was soon covered with little heaps of men.
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		Then came the horses. Having four feet, these managed rather better
than the foot-soldiers: but even THEY stumbled now and then; and it
seemed to be a regular rule that, whenever a horse stumbled the rider
fell off instantly. The confusion got worse every moment, and Alice was
very glad to get out of the wood into an open place, where she found
the White King seated on the ground, busily writing in his
memorandum-book.
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		'I've sent them all!' the King cried in a tone of delight, on seeing
Alice. 'Did you happen to meet any soldiers, my dear, as you came
through the wood?'
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		'Yes, I did,' said Alice: 'several thousand, I should think.'
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		'Four thousand two hundred and seven, that's the exact number,' the
King said, referring to his book. 'I couldn't send all the horses, you
know, because two of them are wanted in the game. And I haven't sent
the two Messengers, either. They're both gone to the town. Just look
along the road, and tell me if you can see either of them.'
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		'I see nobody on the road,' said Alice.
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		'I only wish _I_ had such eyes,' the King remarked in a fretful tone.
'To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much
as _I_ can do to see real people, by this light!'
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		All this was lost on Alice, who was still looking intently along the
road, shading her eyes with one hand. 'I see somebody now!' she
exclaimed at last. 'But he's coming very slowly--and what curious
attitudes he goes into!' (For the messenger kept skipping up and down,
and wriggling like an eel, as he came along, with his great hands
spread out like fans on each side.)
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		'Not at all,' said the King. 'He's an Anglo-Saxon Messenger-- and those
are Anglo-Saxon attitudes. He only does them when he's happy. His name
is Haigha.' (He pronounced it so as to rhyme with 'mayor.')
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		'I love my love with an H,' Alice couldn't help beginning, 'because he
is Happy. I hate him with an H, because he is Hideous. I fed him
with--with--with Ham-sandwiches and Hay. His name is Haigha, and he
lives--'
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		'He lives on the Hill,' the King remarked simply, without the least
idea that he was joining in the game, while Alice was still hesitating
for the name of a town beginning with H. 'The other Messenger's called
Hatta. I must have TWO, you know--to come and go. One to come, and one
to go.'
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		'I beg your pardon?' said Alice.
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		'It isn't respectable to beg,' said the King.
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		'I only meant that I didn't understand,' said Alice. 'Why one to come
and one to go?'
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		'Didn't I tell you?' the King repeated impatiently. 'I must have
Two--to fetch and carry. One to fetch, and one to carry.'
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		At this moment the Messenger arrived: he was far too much out of breath
to say a word, and could only wave his hands about, and make the most
fearful faces at the poor King.
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		'This young lady loves you with an H,' the King said, introducing Alice
in the hope of turning off the Messenger's attention from himself--but
it was no use--the Anglo-Saxon attitudes only got more extraordinary
every moment, while the great eyes rolled wildly from side to side.
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		'You alarm me!' said the King. 'I feel faint--Give me a ham sandwich!'
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		On which the Messenger, to Alice's great amusement, opened a bag that
hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it
greedily.
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		'Another sandwich!' said the King.
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		'There's nothing but hay left now,' the Messenger said, peeping into
the bag.
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		'Hay, then,' the King murmured in a faint whisper.
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		Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal. 'There's nothing
like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched
away.
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		'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice
suggested: 'or some sal-volatile.'
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		'I didn't say there was nothing BETTER,' the King replied. 'I said
there was nothing LIKE it.' Which Alice did not venture to deny.
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		'Who did you pass on the road?' the King went on, holding out his hand
to the Messenger for some more hay.
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		'Nobody,' said the Messenger.
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		'Quite right,' said the King: 'this young lady saw him too. So of
course Nobody walks slower than you.'
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		'I do my best,' the Messenger said in a sulky tone. 'I'm sure nobody
walks much faster than I do!'
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		'He can't do that,' said the King, 'or else he'd have been here first.
However, now you've got your breath, you may tell us what's happened in
the town.'
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		'I'll whisper it,' said the Messenger, putting his hands to his mouth
in the shape of a trumpet, and stooping so as to get close to the
King's ear. Alice was sorry for this, as she wanted to hear the news
too. However, instead of whispering, he simply shouted at the top of
his voice 'They're at it again!'
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		'Do you call THAT a whisper?' cried the poor King, jumping up and
shaking himself. 'If you do such a thing again, I'll have you buttered!
It went through and through my head like an earthquake!'
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		'It would have to be a very tiny earthquake!' thought Alice. 'Who are
at it again?' she ventured to ask.
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		'Why the Lion and the Unicorn, of course,' said the King.
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		'Fighting for the crown?'
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		'Yes, to be sure,' said the King: 'and the best of the joke is, that
it's MY crown all the while! Let's run and see them.' And they trotted
off, Alice repeating to herself, as she ran, the words of the old
song:--
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town.<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown;<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.'<br />	
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		'Does--the one--that wins--get the crown?' she asked, as well as she
could, for the run was putting her quite out of breath.
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		'Dear me, no!' said the King. 'What an idea!'
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		'Would you--be good enough,' Alice panted out, after running a little
further, 'to stop a minute--just to get--one's breath again?'
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		'I'm GOOD enough,' the King said, 'only I'm not strong enough. You see,
a minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a
Bandersnatch!'
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		Alice had no more breath for talking, so they trotted on in silence,
till they came in sight of a great crowd, in the middle of which the
Lion and Unicorn were fighting. They were in such a cloud of dust, that
at first Alice could not make out which was which: but she soon managed
to distinguish the Unicorn by his horn.
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		They placed themselves close to where Hatta, the other messenger, was
standing watching the fight, with a cup of tea in one hand and a piece
of bread-and-butter in the other.
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		'He's only just out of prison, and he hadn't finished his tea when he
was sent in,' Haigha whispered to Alice: 'and they only give them
oyster-shells in there--so you see he's very hungry and thirsty. How
are you, dear child?' he went on, putting his arm affectionately round
Hatta's neck.
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		Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread and butter.
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		'Were you happy in prison, dear child?' said Haigha.
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	<text class="norm">
		Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or two trickled down
his cheek: but not a word would he say.
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		'Speak, can't you!' Haigha cried impatiently. But Hatta only munched
away, and drank some more tea.
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	<text class="norm">
		'Speak, won't you!' cried the King. 'How are they getting on with the
fight?'
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		Hatta made a desperate effort, and swallowed a large piece of
bread-and-butter. 'They're getting on very well,' he said in a choking
voice: 'each of them has been down about eighty-seven times.'
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<object id="642">
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		'Then I suppose they'll soon bring the white bread and the brown?'
Alice ventured to remark.
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		'It's waiting for 'em now,' said Hatta: 'this is a bit of it as I'm
eating.'
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		There was a pause in the fight just then, and the Lion and the Unicorn
sat down, panting, while the King called out 'Ten minutes allowed for
refreshments!' Haigha and Hatta set to work at once, carrying rough
trays of white and brown bread. Alice took a piece to taste, but it was
VERY dry.
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		'I don't think they'll fight any more to-day,' the King said to Hatta:
'go and order the drums to begin.' And Hatta went bounding away like a
grasshopper.
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		For a minute or two Alice stood silent, watching him. Suddenly she
brightened up. 'Look, look!' she cried, pointing eagerly. 'There's the
White Queen running across the country! She came flying out of the wood
over yonder--How fast those Queens CAN run!'
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		'There's some enemy after her, no doubt,' the King said, without even
looking round. 'That wood's full of them.'
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		'But aren't you going to run and help her?' Alice asked, very much
surprised at his taking it so quietly.
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		'No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You
might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum
about her, if you like--She's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly
to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell "creature"
with a double "e"?'
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		At this moment the Unicorn sauntered by them, with his hands in his
pockets. 'I had the best of it this time?' he said to the King, just
glancing at him as he passed.
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		'A little--a little,' the King replied, rather nervously. 'You
shouldn't have run him through with your horn, you know.'
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		'It didn't hurt him,' the Unicorn said carelessly, and he was going on,
when his eye happened to fall upon Alice: he turned round rather
instantly, and stood for some time looking at her with an air of the
deepest disgust.
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		'What--is--this?' he said at last.
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		'This is a child!' Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of Alice to
introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an
Anglo-Saxon attitude. 'We only found it to-day. It's as large as life,
and twice as natural!'
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	<text class="norm">
		'I always thought they were fabulous monsters!' said the Unicorn. 'Is
it alive?'
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</object>
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		'It can talk,' said Haigha, solemnly.
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	<text class="norm">
		The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said 'Talk, child.'
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: 'Do
you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I
never saw one alive before!'
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	<text class="norm">
		'Well, now that we HAVE seen each other,' said the Unicorn, 'if you'll
believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?'
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Yes, if you like,' said Alice.
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</object>
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		'Come, fetch out the plum-cake, old man!' the Unicorn went on, turning
from her to the King. 'None of your brown bread for me!'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>662</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Certainly--certainly!' the King muttered, and beckoned to Haigha.
'Open the bag!' he whispered. 'Quick! Not that one-- that's full of
hay!'
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</object>
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	<ocn>663</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Haigha took a large cake out of the bag, and gave it to Alice to hold,
while he got out a dish and carving-knife. How they all came out of it
Alice couldn't guess. It was just like a conjuring-trick, she thought.
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		The Lion had joined them while this was going on: he looked very tired
and sleepy, and his eyes were half shut. 'What's this!' he said,
blinking lazily at Alice, and speaking in a deep hollow tone that
sounded like the tolling of a great bell.
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</object>
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	<ocn>665</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Ah, what IS it, now?' the Unicorn cried eagerly. 'You'll never guess!
_I_ couldn't.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="666">
	<ocn>666</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The Lion looked at Alice wearily. 'Are you animal--vegetable --or
mineral?' he said, yawning at every other word.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>667</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It's a fabulous monster!' the Unicorn cried out, before Alice could
reply.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="668">
	<ocn>668</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Then hand round the plum-cake, Monster,' the Lion said, lying down and
putting his chin on this paws. 'And sit down, both of you,' (to the
King and the Unicorn): 'fair play with the cake, you know!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="669">
	<ocn>669</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The King was evidently very uncomfortable at having to sit down between
the two great creatures; but there was no other place for him.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>670</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'What a fight we might have for the crown, NOW!' the Unicorn said,
looking slyly up at the crown, which the poor King was nearly shaking
off his head, he trembled so much.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="671">
	<ocn>671</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I should win easy,' said the Lion.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="672">
	<ocn>672</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm not so sure of that,' said the Unicorn.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="673">
	<ocn>673</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Why, I beat you all round the town, you chicken!' the Lion replied
angrily, half getting up as he spoke.
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</object>
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	<ocn>674</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Here the King interrupted, to prevent the quarrel going on: he was very
nervous, and his voice quite quivered. 'All round the town?' he said.
'That's a good long way. Did you go by the old bridge, or the
market-place? You get the best view by the old bridge.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>675</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm sure I don't know,' the Lion growled out as he lay down again.
'There was too much dust to see anything. What a time the Monster is,
cutting up that cake!'
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</object>
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	<ocn>676</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice had seated herself on the bank of a little brook, with the great
dish on her knees, and was sawing away diligently with the knife. 'It's
very provoking!' she said, in reply to the Lion (she was getting quite
used to being called 'the Monster'). 'I've cut several slices already,
but they always join on again!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="677">
	<ocn>677</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You don't know how to manage Looking-glass cakes,' the Unicorn
remarked. 'Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards.'
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<object id="678">
	<ocn>678</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		This sounded nonsense, but Alice very obediently got up, and carried
the dish round, and the cake divided itself into three pieces as she
did so. 'NOW cut it up,' said the Lion, as she returned to her place
with the empty dish.
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</object>
<object id="679">
	<ocn>679</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I say, this isn't fair!' cried the Unicorn, as Alice sat with the
knife in her hand, very much puzzled how to begin. 'The Monster has
given the Lion twice as much as me!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="680">
	<ocn>680</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'She's kept none for herself, anyhow,' said the Lion. 'Do you like
plum-cake, Monster?'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>681</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		But before Alice could answer him, the drums began.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="682">
	<ocn>682</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Where the noise came from, she couldn't make out: the air seemed full
of it, and it rang through and through her head till she felt quite
deafened. She started to her feet and sprang across the little brook in
her terror,
	</text>
</object>
<object id="683">
	<ocn>683</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="684">
	<ocn>684</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
<object id="685">
	<ocn>685</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>686</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		and had just time to see the Lion and the Unicorn rise to their feet,
with angry looks at being interrupted in their feast, before she
dropped to her knees, and put her hands over her ears, vainly trying to
shut out the dreadful uproar.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="687">
	<ocn>687</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'If THAT doesn't "drum them out of town,"' she thought to herself,
'nothing ever will!'
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<object id="688">
	<ocn>688</ocn>
	<text class="h4">
		CHAPTER VIII - 'It's my own Invention'
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	<ocn>689</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		After a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was dead
silence, and Alice lifted up her head in some alarm. There was no one
to be seen, and her first thought was that she must have been dreaming
about the Lion and the Unicorn and those queer Anglo-Saxon Messengers.
However, there was the great dish still lying at her feet, on which she
had tried to cut the plum- cake, 'So I wasn't dreaming, after all,' she
said to herself, 'unless--unless we're all part of the same dream. Only
I do hope it's MY dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging
to another person's dream,' she went on in a rather complaining tone:
'I've a great mind to go and wake him, and see what happens!'
	</text>
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	<ocn>690</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		At this moment her thoughts were interrupted by a loud shouting of
'Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!' and a Knight dressed in crimson armour came
galloping down upon her, brandishing a great club. Just as he reached
her, the horse stopped suddenly: 'You're my prisoner!' the Knight
cried, as he tumbled off his horse.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>691</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Startled as she was, Alice was more frightened for him than for herself
at the moment, and watched him with some anxiety as he mounted again.
As soon as he was comfortably in the saddle, he began once more 'You're
my--' but here another voice broke in 'Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!' and Alice
looked round in some surprise for the new enemy.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>692</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		This time it was a White Knight. He drew up at Alice's side, and
tumbled off his horse just as the Red Knight had done: then he got on
again, and the two Knights sat and looked at each other for some time
without speaking. Alice looked from one to the other in some
bewilderment.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>693</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'She's MY prisoner, you know!' the Red Knight said at last.
	</text>
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<object id="694">
	<ocn>694</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Yes, but then _I_ came and rescued her!' the White Knight replied.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="695">
	<ocn>695</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Well, we must fight for her, then,' said the Red Knight, as he took up
his helmet (which hung from the saddle, and was something the shape of
a horse's head), and put it on.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="696">
	<ocn>696</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You will observe the Rules of Battle, of course?' the White Knight
remarked, putting on his helmet too.
	</text>
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	<ocn>697</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I always do,' said the Red Knight, and they began banging away at each
other with such fury that Alice got behind a tree to be out of the way
of the blows.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="698">
	<ocn>698</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I wonder, now, what the Rules of Battle are,' she said to herself, as
she watched the fight, timidly peeping out from her hiding-place: 'one
Rule seems to be, that if one Knight hits the other, he knocks him off
his horse, and if he misses, he tumbles off himself--and another Rule
seems to be that they hold their clubs with their arms, as if they were
Punch and Judy--What a noise they make when they tumble! Just like a
whole set of fire- irons falling into the fender! And how quiet the
horses are! They let them get on and off them just as if they were
tables!'
	</text>
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	<ocn>699</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Another Rule of Battle, that Alice had not noticed, seemed to be that
they always fell on their heads, and the battle ended with their both
falling off in this way, side by side: when they got up again, they
shook hands, and then the Red Knight mounted and galloped off.
	</text>
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	<ocn>700</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It was a glorious victory, wasn't it?' said the White Knight, as he
came up panting.
	</text>
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	<ocn>701</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I don't know,' Alice said doubtfully. 'I don't want to be anybody's
prisoner. I want to be a Queen.'
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</object>
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	<ocn>702</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'So you will, when you've crossed the next brook,' said the White
Knight. 'I'll see you safe to the end of the wood--and then I must go
back, you know. That's the end of my move.'
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	<ocn>703</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Thank you very much,' said Alice. 'May I help you off with your
helmet?' It was evidently more than he could manage by himself;
however, she managed to shake him out of it at last.
	</text>
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	<ocn>704</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Now one can breathe more easily,' said the Knight, putting back his
shaggy hair with both hands, and turning his gentle face and large mild
eyes to Alice. She thought she had never seen such a strange-looking
soldier in all her life.
	</text>
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	<ocn>705</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		He was dressed in tin armour, which seemed to fit him very badly, and
he had a queer-shaped little deal box fastened across his shoulder,
upside-down, and with the lid hanging open. Alice looked at it with
great curiosity.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>706</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I see you're admiring my little box.' the Knight said in a friendly
tone. 'It's my own invention--to keep clothes and sandwiches in. You
see I carry it upside-down, so that the rain can't get in.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>707</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'But the things can get OUT,' Alice gently remarked. 'Do you know the
lid's open?'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>708</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I didn't know it,' the Knight said, a shade of vexation passing over
his face. 'Then all the things must have fallen out! And the box is no
use without them.' He unfastened it as he spoke, and was just going to
throw it into the bushes, when a sudden thought seemed to strike him,
and he hung it carefully on a tree. 'Can you guess why I did that?' he
said to Alice.
	</text>
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	<ocn>709</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice shook her head.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>710</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'In hopes some bees may make a nest in it--then I should get the
honey.'
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</object>
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	<ocn>711</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'But you've got a bee-hive--or something like one--fastened to the
saddle,' said Alice.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>712</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Yes, it's a very good bee-hive,' the Knight said in a discontented
tone, 'one of the best kind. But not a single bee has come near it yet.
And the other thing is a mouse-trap. I suppose the mice keep the bees
out--or the bees keep the mice out, I don't know which.'
	</text>
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	<ocn>713</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I was wondering what the mouse-trap was for,' said Alice. 'It isn't
very likely there would be any mice on the horse's back.'
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	<text class="norm">
		'Not very likely, perhaps,' said the Knight: 'but if they DO come, I
don't choose to have them running all about.'
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	<ocn>715</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'You see,' he went on after a pause, 'it's as well to be provided for
EVERYTHING. That's the reason the horse has all those anklets round his
feet.'
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	<text class="norm">
		'But what are they for?' Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'To guard against the bites of sharks,' the Knight replied. 'It's an
invention of my own. And now help me on. I'll go with you to the end of
the wood--What's the dish for?'
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	<ocn>718</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'It's meant for plum-cake,' said Alice.
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	<ocn>719</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'We'd better take it with us,' the Knight said. 'It'll come in handy if
we find any plum-cake. Help me to get it into this bag.'
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	<ocn>720</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		This took a very long time to manage, though Alice held the bag open
very carefully, because the Knight was so VERY awkward in putting in
the dish: the first two or three times that he tried he fell in himself
instead. 'It's rather a tight fit, you see,' he said, as they got it in
a last; 'There are so many candlesticks in the bag.' And he hung it to
the saddle, which was already loaded with bunches of carrots, and
fire-irons, and many other things.
	</text>
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	<ocn>721</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I hope you've got your hair well fastened on?' he continued, as they
set off.
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</object>
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		'Only in the usual way,' Alice said, smiling.
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	<ocn>723</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'That's hardly enough,' he said, anxiously. 'You see the wind is so
VERY strong here. It's as strong as soup.'
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</object>
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	<ocn>724</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Have you invented a plan for keeping the hair from being blown off?'
Alice enquired.
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</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Not yet,' said the Knight. 'But I've got a plan for keeping it from
FALLING off.'
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</object>
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	<ocn>726</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I should like to hear it, very much.'
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	<text class="norm">
		'First you take an upright stick,' said the Knight. 'Then you make your
hair creep up it, like a fruit-tree. Now the reason hair falls off is
because it hangs DOWN--things never fall UPWARDS, you know. It's a plan
of my own invention. You may try it if you like.'
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	<text class="norm">
		It didn't sound a comfortable plan, Alice thought, and for a few
minutes she walked on in silence, puzzling over the idea, and every now
and then stopping to help the poor Knight, who certainly was NOT a good
rider.
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	<text class="norm">
		Whenever the horse stopped (which it did very often), he fell off in
front; and whenever it went on again (which it generally did rather
suddenly), he fell off behind. Otherwise he kept on pretty well, except
that he had a habit of now and then falling off sideways; and as he
generally did this on the side on which Alice was walking, she soon
found that it was the best plan not to walk QUITE close to the horse.
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	<text class="norm">
		'I'm afraid you've not had much practice in riding,' she ventured to
say, as she was helping him up from his fifth tumble.
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	<ocn>731</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		The Knight looked very much surprised, and a little offended at the
remark. 'What makes you say that?' he asked, as he scrambled back into
the saddle, keeping hold of Alice's hair with one hand, to save himself
from falling over on the other side.
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	<ocn>732</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Because people don't fall off quite so often, when they've had much
practice.'
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	<ocn>733</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I've had plenty of practice,' the Knight said very gravely: 'plenty of
practice!'
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</object>
<object id="734">
	<ocn>734</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice could think of nothing better to say than 'Indeed?' but she said
it as heartily as she could. They went on a little way in silence after
this, the Knight with his eyes shut, muttering to himself, and Alice
watching anxiously for the next tumble.
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		'The great art of riding,' the Knight suddenly began in a loud voice,
waving his right arm as he spoke, 'is to keep--' Here the sentence
ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the Knight fell heavily on the
top of his head exactly in the path where Alice was walking. She was
quite frightened this time, and said in an anxious tone, as she picked
him up, 'I hope no bones are broken?'
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		'None to speak of,' the Knight said, as if he didn't mind breaking two
or three of them. 'The great art of riding, as I was saying, is--to
keep your balance properly. Like this, you know--'
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		He let go the bridle, and stretched out both his arms to show Alice
what he meant, and this time he fell flat on his back, right under the
horse's feet.
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		'Plenty of practice!' he went on repeating, all the time that Alice was
getting him on his feet again. 'Plenty of practice!'
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		'It's too ridiculous!' cried Alice, losing all her patience this time.
'You ought to have a wooden horse on wheels, that you ought!'
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		'Does that kind go smoothly?' the Knight asked in a tone of great
interest, clasping his arms round the horse's neck as he spoke, just in
time to save himself from tumbling off again.
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		'Much more smoothly than a live horse,' Alice said, with a little
scream of laughter, in spite of all she could do to prevent it.
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		'I'll get one,' the Knight said thoughtfully to himself. 'One or
two--several.'
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		There was a short silence after this, and then the Knight went on
again. 'I'm a great hand at inventing things. Now, I daresay you
noticed, that last time you picked me up, that I was looking rather
thoughtful?'
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		'You WERE a little grave,' said Alice.
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		'Well, just then I was inventing a new way of getting over a
gate--would you like to hear it?'
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		'Very much indeed,' Alice said politely.
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		'I'll tell you how I came to think of it,' said the Knight. 'You see, I
said to myself, "The only difficulty is with the feet: the HEAD is high
enough already." Now, first I put my head on the top of the gate--then
I stand on my head--then the feet are high enough, you see--then I'm
over, you see.'
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		'Yes, I suppose you'd be over when that was done,' Alice said
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		'I haven't tried it yet,' the Knight said, gravely: 'so I can't tell
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		He looked so vexed at the idea, that Alice changed the subject hastily.
'What a curious helmet you've got!' she said cheerfully. 'Is that your
invention too?'
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		The Knight looked down proudly at his helmet, which hung from the
saddle. 'Yes,' he said, 'but I've invented a better one than that--like
a sugar loaf. When I used to wear it, if I fell off the horse, it
always touched the ground directly. So I had a VERY little way to fall,
you see--But there WAS the danger of falling INTO it, to be sure. That
happened to me once--and the worst of it was, before I could get out
again, the other White Knight came and put it on. He thought it was his
own helmet.'
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		The knight looked so solemn about it that Alice did not dare to laugh.
'I'm afraid you must have hurt him,' she said in a trembling voice,
'being on the top of his head.'
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		'I had to kick him, of course,' the Knight said, very seriously. 'And
then he took the helmet off again--but it took hours and hours to get
me out. I was as fast as--as lightning, you know.'
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		'But that's a different kind of fastness,' Alice objected.
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		The Knight shook his head. 'It was all kinds of fastness with me, I can
assure you!' he said. He raised his hands in some excitement as he said
this, and instantly rolled out of the saddle, and fell headlong into a
deep ditch.
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		Alice ran to the side of the ditch to look for him. She was rather
startled by the fall, as for some time he had kept on very well, and
she was afraid that he really WAS hurt this time. However, though she
could see nothing but the soles of his feet, she was much relieved to
hear that he was talking on in his usual tone. 'All kinds of fastness,'
he repeated: 'but it was careless of him to put another man's helmet
on--with the man in it, too.'
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		'How CAN you go on talking so quietly, head downwards?' Alice asked, as
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		The Knight looked surprised at the question. 'What does it matter where
my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same.
In fact, the more head downwards I am, the more I keep inventing new
things.'
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		'Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,' he went on after
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		'In time to have it cooked for the next course?' said Alice. 'Well, not
the NEXT course,' the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone: 'no,
certainly not the next COURSE.'
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		'Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn't have two
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		'Well, not the NEXT day,' the Knight repeated as before: 'not the next
DAY. In fact,' he went on, holding his head down, and his voice getting
lower and lower, 'I don't believe that pudding ever WAS cooked! In
fact, I don't believe that pudding ever WILL be cooked! And yet it was
a very clever pudding to invent.'
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		'What did you mean it to be made of?' Alice asked, hoping to cheer him
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		'It began with blotting paper,' the Knight answered with a groan.
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		'That wouldn't be very nice, I'm afraid--'
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		'Not very nice ALONE,' he interrupted, quite eagerly: 'but you've no
idea what a difference it makes mixing it with other things--such as
gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leave you.' They had just
come to the end of the wood.
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		Alice could only look puzzled: she was thinking of the pudding.
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		'You are sad,' the Knight said in an anxious tone: 'let me sing you a
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		'Is it very long?' Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry
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		'It's long,' said the Knight, 'but very, VERY beautiful. Everybody that
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else--'
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		'Or else what?' said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.
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		'Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called
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		'Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?' Alice said, trying to feel
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		'No, you don't understand,' the Knight said, looking a little vexed.
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		'Then I ought to have said "That's what the SONG is called"?' Alice
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		'No, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing! The SONG is called "WAYS
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		'Well, what IS the song, then?' said Alice, who was by this time
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		'I was coming to that,' the Knight said. 'The song really IS "A-SITTING
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		So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck:
then, slowly beating time with one hand, and with a faint smile
lighting up his gentle foolish face, as if he enjoyed the music of his
song, he began.
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		Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The
Looking-Glass, this was the one that she always remembered most
clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again,
as if it had been only yesterday--the mild blue eyes and kindly smile
of the Knight--the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining
on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled her--the horse
quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck,
cropping the grass at her feet--and the black shadows of the forest
behind--all this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading
her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strange pair, and
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		'But the tune ISN'T his own invention,' she said to herself: 'it's "I
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attentively, but no tears came into her eyes.
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		As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the
reins, and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had
come. 'You've only a few yards to go,' he said, 'down the hill and over
that little brook, and then you'll be a Queen-- But you'll stay and see
me off first?' he added as Alice turned with an eager look in the
direction to which he pointed. 'I shan't be long. You'll wait and wave
your handkerchief when I get to that turn in the road? I think it'll
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		'Of course I'll wait,' said Alice: 'and thank you very much for coming
so far--and for the song--I liked it very much.'
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		'I hope so,' the Knight said doubtfully: 'but you didn't cry so much as
I thought you would.'
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		So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into the
forest. 'It won't take long to see him OFF, I expect,' Alice said to
herself, as she stood watching him. 'There he goes! Right on his head
as usual! However, he gets on again pretty easily--that comes of having
so many things hung round the horse--' So she went on talking to
herself, as she watched the horse walking leisurely along the road, and
the Knight tumbling off, first on one side and then on the other. After
the fourth or fifth tumble he reached the turn, and then she waved her
handkerchief to him, and waited till he was out of sight.
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		'I hope it encouraged him,' she said, as she turned to run down the
hill: 'and now for the last brook, and to be a Queen! How grand it
sounds!' A very few steps brought her to the edge of the brook. 'The
Eighth Square at last!' she cried as she bounded across,
	</text>
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		* * * * * * *
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	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * *
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	<text class="norm">
		* * * * * * *
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		and threw herself down to rest on a lawn as soft as moss, with little
flower-beds dotted about it here and there. 'Oh, how glad I am to get
here! And what IS this on my head?' she exclaimed in a tone of dismay,
as she put her hands up to something very heavy, and fitted tight all
round her head.
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'But how CAN it have got there without my knowing it?' she said to
herself, as she lifted it off, and set it on her lap to make out what
it could possibly be.
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	<text class="norm">
		It was a golden crown.
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	<text class="h4">
		CHAPTER IX - Queen Alice
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		'Well, this IS grand!' said Alice. 'I never expected I should be a
Queen so soon--and I'll tell you what it is, your majesty,' she went on
in a severe tone (she was always rather fond of scolding herself),
'it'll never do for you to be lolling about on the grass like that!
Queens have to be dignified, you know!'
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	<ocn>805</ocn>
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		So she got up and walked about--rather stiffly just at first, as she
was afraid that the crown might come off: but she comforted herself
with the thought that there was nobody to see her, 'and if I really am
a Queen,' she said as she sat down again, 'I shall be able to manage it
quite well in time.'
	</text>
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	<ocn>806</ocn>
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		Everything was happening so oddly that she didn't feel a bit surprised
at finding the Red Queen and the White Queen sitting close to her, one
on each side: she would have liked very much to ask them how they came
there, but she feared it would not be quite civil. However, there would
be no harm, she thought, in asking if the game was over. 'Please, would
you tell me--' she began, looking timidly at the Red Queen.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>807</ocn>
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		'Speak when you're spoken to!' The Queen sharply interrupted her.
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		'But if everybody obeyed that rule,' said Alice, who was always ready
for a little argument, 'and if you only spoke when you were spoken to,
and the other person always waited for YOU to begin, you see nobody
would ever say anything, so that--'
	</text>
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		'Ridiculous!' cried the Queen. 'Why, don't you see, child--' here she
broke off with a frown, and, after thinking for a minute, suddenly
changed the subject of the conversation. 'What do you mean by "If you
really are a Queen"? What right have you to call yourself so? You can't
be a Queen, you know, till you've passed the proper examination. And
the sooner we begin it, the better.'
	</text>
</object>
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		'I only said "if"!' poor Alice pleaded in a piteous tone.
	</text>
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	<ocn>811</ocn>
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		The two Queens looked at each other, and the Red Queen remarked, with a
little shudder, 'She SAYS she only said "if"--'
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		'But she said a great deal more than that!' the White Queen moaned,
wringing her hands. 'Oh, ever so much more than that!'
	</text>
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		'So you did, you know,' the Red Queen said to Alice. 'Always speak the
truth--think before you speak--and write it down afterwards.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="814">
	<ocn>814</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'm sure I didn't mean--' Alice was beginning, but the Red Queen
interrupted her impatiently.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="815">
	<ocn>815</ocn>
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		'That's just what I complain of! You SHOULD have meant! What do you
suppose is the use of child without any meaning? Even a joke should
have some meaning--and a child's more important than a joke, I hope.
You couldn't deny that, even if you tried with both hands.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="816">
	<ocn>816</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I don't deny things with my HANDS,' Alice objected.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="817">
	<ocn>817</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Nobody said you did,' said the Red Queen. 'I said you couldn't if you
tried.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="818">
	<ocn>818</ocn>
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		'She's in that state of mind,' said the White Queen, 'that she wants to
deny SOMETHING--only she doesn't know what to deny!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="819">
	<ocn>819</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'A nasty, vicious temper,' the Red Queen remarked; and then there was
an uncomfortable silence for a minute or two.
	</text>
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		The Red Queen broke the silence by saying to the White Queen, 'I invite
you to Alice's dinner-party this afternoon.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>821</ocn>
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		The White Queen smiled feebly, and said 'And I invite YOU.'
	</text>
</object>
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		'I didn't know I was to have a party at all,' said Alice; 'but if there
is to be one, I think _I_ ought to invite the guests.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="823">
	<ocn>823</ocn>
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		'We gave you the opportunity of doing it,' the Red Queen remarked: 'but
I daresay you've not had many lessons in manners yet?'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="824">
	<ocn>824</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Manners are not taught in lessons,' said Alice. 'Lessons teach you to
do sums, and things of that sort.'
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		'And you do Addition?' the White Queen asked. 'What's one and one and
one and one and one and one and one and one and one and one?'
	</text>
</object>
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		'I don't know,' said Alice. 'I lost count.'
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	<ocn>827</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'She can't do Addition,' the Red Queen interrupted. 'Can you do
Subtraction? Take nine from eight.'
	</text>
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	<ocn>828</ocn>
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		'Nine from eight I can't, you know,' Alice replied very readily:
'but--'
	</text>
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	<ocn>829</ocn>
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		'She can't do Subtraction,' said the White Queen. 'Can you do Division?
Divide a loaf by a knife--what's the answer to that?'
	</text>
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		'I suppose--' Alice was beginning, but the Red Queen answered for her.
'Bread-and-butter, of course. Try another Subtraction sum. Take a bone
from a dog: what remains?'
	</text>
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	<ocn>831</ocn>
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		Alice considered. 'The bone wouldn't remain, of course, if I took
it--and the dog wouldn't remain; it would come to bite me --and I'm
sure I shouldn't remain!'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Then you think nothing would remain?' said the Red Queen.
	</text>
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		'I think that's the answer.'
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	<text class="norm">
		'Wrong, as usual,' said the Red Queen: 'the dog's temper would remain.'
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'But I don't see how--'
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</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Why, look here!' the Red Queen cried. 'The dog would lose its temper,
wouldn't it?'
	</text>
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		'Perhaps it would,' Alice replied cautiously.
	</text>
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		'Then if the dog went away, its temper would remain!' the Queen
exclaimed triumphantly.
	</text>
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	<ocn>839</ocn>
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		Alice said, as gravely as she could, 'They might go different ways.'
But she couldn't help thinking to herself, 'What dreadful nonsense we
ARE talking!'
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	<text class="norm">
		'She can't do sums a BIT!' the Queens said together, with great
emphasis.
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	<text class="norm">
		'Can YOU do sums?' Alice said, turning suddenly on the White Queen, for
she didn't like being found fault with so much.
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	<text class="norm">
		The Queen gasped and shut her eyes. 'I can do Addition, if you give me
time--but I can do Subtraction, under ANY circumstances!'
	</text>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Of course you know your A B C?' said the Red Queen.
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>844</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'To be sure I do.' said Alice.
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	<text class="norm">
		'So do I,' the White Queen whispered: 'we'll often say it over
together, dear. And I'll tell you a secret--I can read words of one
letter! Isn't THAT grand! However, don't be discouraged. You'll come to
it in time.'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="846">
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	<text class="norm">
		Here the Red Queen began again. 'Can you answer useful questions?' she
said. 'How is bread made?'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'I know THAT!' Alice cried eagerly. 'You take some flour--'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="848">
	<ocn>848</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Where do you pick the flower?' the White Queen asked. 'In a garden, or
in the hedges?'
	</text>
</object>
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	<ocn>849</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Well, it isn't PICKED at all,' Alice explained: 'it's GROUND--'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'How many acres of ground?' said the White Queen. 'You mustn't leave
out so many things.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Fan her head!' the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. 'She'll be
feverish after so much thinking.' So they set to work and fanned her
with bunches of leaves, till she had to beg them to leave off, it blew
her hair about so.
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		'She's all right again now,' said the Red Queen. 'Do you know
Languages? What's the French for fiddle-de-dee?'
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	<text class="norm">
		'Fiddle-de-dee's not English,' Alice replied gravely.
	</text>
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		'Who ever said it was?' said the Red Queen.
	</text>
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		Alice thought she saw a way out of the difficulty this time. 'If you'll
tell me what language "fiddle-de-dee" is, I'll tell you the French for
it!' she exclaimed triumphantly.
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	<text class="norm">
		But the Red Queen drew herself up rather stiffly, and said 'Queens
never make bargains.'
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		'I wish Queens never asked questions,' Alice thought to herself.
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	<text class="norm">
		'Don't let us quarrel,' the White Queen said in an anxious tone. 'What
is the cause of lightning?'
	</text>
</object>
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		'The cause of lightning,' Alice said very decidedly, for she felt quite
certain about this, 'is the thunder--no, no!' she hastily corrected
herself. 'I meant the other way.'
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</object>
<object id="860">
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		'It's too late to correct it,' said the Red Queen: 'when you've once
said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.'
	</text>
</object>
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		'Which reminds me--' the White Queen said, looking down and nervously
clasping and unclasping her hands, 'we had SUCH a thunderstorm last
Tuesday--I mean one of the last set of Tuesdays, you know.'
	</text>
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		Alice was puzzled. 'In OUR country,' she remarked, 'there's only one
day at a time.'
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	<text class="norm">
		The Red Queen said, 'That's a poor thin way of doing things. Now HERE,
we mostly have days and nights two or three at a time, and sometimes in
the winter we take as many as five nights together--for warmth, you
know.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Are five nights warmer than one night, then?' Alice ventured to ask.
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Five times as warm, of course.'
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</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'But they should be five times as COLD, by the same rule--'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="867">
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		'Just so!' cried the Red Queen. 'Five times as warm, AND five times as
cold--just as I'm five times as rich as you are, AND five times as
clever!'
	</text>
</object>
<object id="868">
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	<text class="norm">
		Alice sighed and gave it up. 'It's exactly like a riddle with no
answer!' she thought.
	</text>
</object>
<object id="869">
	<ocn>869</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'Humpty Dumpty saw it too,' the White Queen went on in a low voice,
more as if she were talking to herself. 'He came to the door with a
corkscrew in his hand--'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'What did he want?' said the Red Queen.
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'He said he WOULD come in,' the White Queen went on, 'because he was
looking for a hippopotamus. Now, as it happened, there wasn't such a
thing in the house, that morning.'
	</text>
</object>
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	<text class="norm">
		'Is there generally?' Alice asked in an astonished tone.
	</text>
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		'Well, only on Thursdays,' said the Queen.
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		'I know what he came for,' said Alice: 'he wanted to punish the fish,
because--'
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		Here the White Queen began again. 'It was SUCH a thunderstorm, you
can't think!' ('She NEVER could, you know,' said the Red Queen.) 'And
part of the roof came off, and ever so much thunder got in--and it went
rolling round the room in great lumps--and knocking over the tables and
things--till I was so frightened, I couldn't remember my own name!'
	</text>
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		Alice thought to herself, 'I never should TRY to remember my name in
the middle of an accident! Where would be the use of it?' but she did
not say this aloud, for fear of hurting the poor Queen's feeling.
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		'Your Majesty must excuse her,' the Red Queen said to Alice, taking one
of the White Queen's hands in her own, and gently stroking it: 'she
means well, but she can't help saying foolish things, as a general
rule.'
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<object id="878">
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	<text class="norm">
		The White Queen looked timidly at Alice, who felt she OUGHT to say
something kind, but really couldn't think of anything at the moment.
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		'She never was really well brought up,' the Red Queen went on: 'but
it's amazing how good-tempered she is! Pat her on the head, and see how
pleased she'll be!' But this was more than Alice had courage to do.
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		'A little kindness--and putting her hair in papers--would do wonders
with her--'
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		The White Queen gave a deep sigh, and laid her head on Alice's
shoulder. 'I AM so sleepy?' she moaned.
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		'She's tired, poor thing!' said the Red Queen. 'Smooth her hair --lend
her your nightcap--and sing her a soothing lullaby.'
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		'I haven't got a nightcap with me,' said Alice, as she tried to obey
the first direction: 'and I don't know any soothing lullabies.'
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		'I must do it myself, then,' said the Red Queen, and she began:
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		'And now you know the words,' she added, as she put her head down on
Alice's other shoulder, 'just sing it through to ME. I'm getting
sleepy, too.' In another moment both Queens were fast asleep, and
snoring loud.
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		'What AM I to do?' exclaimed Alice, looking about in great perplexity,
as first one round head, and then the other, rolled down from her
shoulder, and lay like a heavy lump in her lap. 'I don't think it EVER
happened before, that any one had to take care of two Queens asleep at
once! No, not in all the History of England--it couldn't, you know,
because there never was more than one Queen at a time. Do wake up, you
heavy things!' she went on in an impatient tone; but there was no
answer but a gentle snoring.
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		The snoring got more distinct every minute, and sounded more like a
tune: at last she could even make out the words, and she listened so
eagerly that, when the two great heads vanished from her lap, she
hardly missed them.
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	<text class="norm">
		She was standing before an arched doorway over which were the words
QUEEN ALICE in large letters, and on each side of the arch there was a
bell-handle; one was marked 'Visitors' Bell,' and the other 'Servants'
Bell.'
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</object>
<object id="890">
	<ocn>890</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		'I'll wait till the song's over,' thought Alice, 'and then I'll
ring--the--WHICH bell must I ring?' she went on, very much puzzled by
the names. 'I'm not a visitor, and I'm not a servant. There OUGHT to be
one marked "Queen," you know--'
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</object>
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		Just then the door opened a little way, and a creature with a long beak
put its head out for a moment and said 'No admittance till the week
after next!' and shut the door again with a bang.
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</object>
<object id="892">
	<ocn>892</ocn>
	<text class="norm">
		Alice knocked and rang in vain for a long time, but at last, a very old
Frog, who was sitting under a tree, got up and hobbled slowly towards
her: he was dressed in bright yellow, and had enormous boots on.
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		'What is it, now?' the Frog said in a deep hoarse whisper.
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		Alice turned round, ready to find fault with anybody. 'Where's the
servant whose business it is to answer the door?' she began angrily.
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		'Which door?' said the Frog.
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		Alice almost stamped with irritation at the slow drawl in which he
spoke. 'THIS door, of course!'
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		The Frog looked at the door with his large dull eyes for a minute: then
he went nearer and rubbed it with his thumb, as if he were trying
whether the paint would come off; then he looked at Alice.
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		'To answer the door?' he said. 'What's it been asking of?' He was so
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		'I don't know what you mean,' she said.
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		'I talks English, doesn't I?' the Frog went on. 'Or are you deaf? What
did it ask you?'
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		'Nothing!' Alice said impatiently. 'I've been knocking at it!'
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		'Shouldn't do that--shouldn't do that--' the Frog muttered. 'Vexes it,
you know.' Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his
great feet. 'You let IT alone,' he panted out, as he hobbled back to
his tree, 'and it'll let YOU alone, you know.'
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		At this moment the door was flung open, and a shrill voice was heard
singing:
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head;<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me."'<br />	
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		And hundreds of voices joined in the chorus:
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!'<br />	
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		Then followed a confused noise of cheering, and Alice thought to
herself, 'Thirty times three makes ninety. I wonder if any one's
counting?' In a minute there was silence again, and the same shrill
voice sang another verse;
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'"O Looking-Glass creatures," quothe Alice, "draw near!<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'Tis an honour to see me, a favour to hear:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Along with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me!"'<br />	
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		Then came the chorus again:--
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		'Ninety times nine!' Alice repeated in despair, 'Oh, that'll never be
done! I'd better go in at once--' and there was a dead silence the
moment she appeared.
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		Alice glanced nervously along the table, as she walked up the large
hall, and noticed that there were about fifty guests, of all kinds:
some were animals, some birds, and there were even a few flowers among
them. 'I'm glad they've come without waiting to be asked,' she thought:
'I should never have known who were the right people to invite!'
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		There were three chairs at the head of the table; the Red and White
Queens had already taken two of them, but the middle one was empty.
Alice sat down in it, rather uncomfortable in the silence, and longing
for some one to speak.
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		At last the Red Queen began. 'You've missed the soup and fish,' she
said. 'Put on the joint!' And the waiters set a leg of mutton before
Alice, who looked at it rather anxiously, as she had never had to carve
a joint before.
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		'You look a little shy; let me introduce you to that leg of mutton,'
said the Red Queen. 'Alice--Mutton; Mutton--Alice.' The leg of mutton
got up in the dish and made a little bow to Alice; and Alice returned
the bow, not knowing whether to be frightened or amused.
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		'May I give you a slice?' she said, taking up the knife and fork, and
looking from one Queen to the other.
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		'Certainly not,' the Red Queen said, very decidedly: 'it isn't
etiquette to cut any one you've been introduced to. Remove the joint!'
And the waiters carried it off, and brought a large plum-pudding in its
place.
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		'I won't be introduced to the pudding, please,' Alice said rather
hastily, 'or we shall get no dinner at all. May I give you some?'
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		But the Red Queen looked sulky, and growled 'Pudding--Alice;
Alice--Pudding. Remove the pudding!' and the waiters took it away so
quickly that Alice couldn't return its bow.
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		However, she didn't see why the Red Queen should be the only one to
give orders, so, as an experiment, she called out 'Waiter! Bring back
the pudding!' and there it was again in a moment like a
conjuring-trick. It was so large that she couldn't help feeling a
LITTLE shy with it, as she had been with the mutton; however, she
conquered her shyness by a great effort and cut a slice and handed it
to the Red Queen.
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		'What impertinence!' said the Pudding. 'I wonder how you'd like it, if
I were to cut a slice out of YOU, you creature!'
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		It spoke in a thick, suety sort of voice, and Alice hadn't a word to
say in reply: she could only sit and look at it and gasp.
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		'Make a remark,' said the Red Queen: 'it's ridiculous to leave all the
conversation to the pudding!'
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		'Do you know, I've had such a quantity of poetry repeated to me
to-day,' Alice began, a little frightened at finding that, the moment
she opened her lips, there was dead silence, and all eyes were fixed
upon her; 'and it's a very curious thing, I think-- every poem was
about fishes in some way. Do you know why they're so fond of fishes,
all about here?'
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		She spoke to the Red Queen, whose answer was a little wide of the mark.
'As to fishes,' she said, very slowly and solemnly, putting her mouth
close to Alice's ear, 'her White Majesty knows a lovely riddle--all in
poetry--all about fishes. Shall she repeat it?'
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		'Her Red Majesty's very kind to mention it,' the White Queen murmured
into Alice's other ear, in a voice like the cooing of a pigeon. 'It
would be SUCH a treat! May I?'
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		'Please do,' Alice said very politely.
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		The White Queen laughed with delight, and stroked Alice's cheek. Then
she began:
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;'"First, the fish must be caught."<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;That is easy:&#160;&#160;a baby, I think, could have caught it.<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"Next, the fish must be bought."<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;That is easy:&#160;&#160;a penny, I think, would have bought it.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"Now cook me the fish!"<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;That is easy, and will not take more than a minute.<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"Let it lie in a dish!"<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;That is easy, because it already is in it.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"Bring it here!&#160;&#160;Let me sup!"<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;It is easy to set such a dish on the table.<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;"Take the dish-cover up!"<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Ah, THAT is so hard that I fear I'm unable!<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;For it holds it like glue--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Holds the lid to the dish, while it lies in the middle:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Which is easiest to do,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Un-dish-cover the fish, or dishcover the riddle?'<br />	
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		'Take a minute to think about it, and then guess,' said the Red Queen.
'Meanwhile, we'll drink your health--Queen Alice's health!' she
screamed at the top of her voice, and all the guests began drinking it
directly, and very queerly they managed it: some of them put their
glasses upon their heads like extinguishers, and drank all that
trickled down their faces--others upset the decanters, and drank the
wine as it ran off the edges of the table--and three of them (who
looked like kangaroos) scrambled into the dish of roast mutton, and
began eagerly lapping up the gravy, 'just like pigs in a trough!'
thought Alice.
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		'You ought to return thanks in a neat speech,' the Red Queen said,
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		'We must support you, you know,' the White Queen whispered, as Alice
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		'Thank you very much,' she whispered in reply, 'but I can do quite well
without.'
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		'That wouldn't be at all the thing,' the Red Queen said very decidedly:
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		('And they DID push so!' she said afterwards, when she was telling her
sister the history of the feast. 'You would have thought they wanted to
squeeze me flat!')
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		In fact it was rather difficult for her to keep in her place while she
made her speech: the two Queens pushed her so, one on each side, that
they nearly lifted her up into the air: 'I rise to return thanks--'
Alice began: and she really DID rise as she spoke, several inches; but
she got hold of the edge of the table, and managed to pull herself down
again.
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		'Take care of yourself!' screamed the White Queen, seizing Alice's hair
with both her hands. 'Something's going to happen!'
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		And then (as Alice afterwards described it) all sorts of things
happened in a moment. The candles all grew up to the ceiling, looking
something like a bed of rushes with fireworks at the top. As to the
bottles, they each took a pair of plates, which they hastily fitted on
as wings, and so, with forks for legs, went fluttering about in all
directions: 'and very like birds they look,' Alice thought to herself,
as well as she could in the dreadful confusion that was beginning.
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		At this moment she heard a hoarse laugh at her side, and turned to see
what was the matter with the White Queen; but, instead of the Queen,
there was the leg of mutton sitting in the chair. 'Here I am!' cried a
voice from the soup tureen, and Alice turned again, just in time to see
the Queen's broad good-natured face grinning at her for a moment over
the edge of the tureen, before she disappeared into the soup.
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		There was not a moment to be lost. Already several of the guests were
lying down in the dishes, and the soup ladle was walking up the table
towards Alice's chair, and beckoning to her impatiently to get out of
its way.
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		'I can't stand this any longer!' she cried as she jumped up and seized
the table-cloth with both hands: one good pull, and plates, dishes,
guests, and candles came crashing down together in a heap on the floor.
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		'And as for YOU,' she went on, turning fiercely upon the Red Queen,
whom she considered as the cause of all the mischief--but the Queen was
no longer at her side--she had suddenly dwindled down to the size of a
little doll, and was now on the table, merrily running round and round
after her own shawl, which was trailing behind her.
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		At any other time, Alice would have felt surprised at this, but she was
far too much excited to be surprised at anything NOW. 'As for YOU,' she
repeated, catching hold of the little creature in the very act of
jumping over a bottle which had just lighted upon the table, 'I'll
shake you into a kitten, that I will!'
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		CHAPTER X - Shaking
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		She took her off the table as she spoke, and shook her backwards and
forwards with all her might.
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		The Red Queen made no resistance whatever; only her face grew very
small, and her eyes got large and green: and still, as Alice went on
shaking her, she kept on growing shorter--and fatter--and softer--and
rounder--and--
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		CHAPTER XI - Waking
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		--and it really WAS a kitten, after all.
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		CHAPTER XII - Which Dreamed it?
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		'Your majesty shouldn't purr so loud,' Alice said, rubbing her eyes,
and addressing the kitten, respectfully, yet with some severity. 'You
woke me out of oh! such a nice dream! And you've been along with me,
Kitty--all through the Looking-Glass world. Did you know it, dear?'
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		It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the
remark) that, whatever you say to them, they ALWAYS purr. 'If they
would only purr for "yes" and mew for "no," or any rule of that sort,'
she had said, 'so that one could keep up a conversation! But how CAN
you talk with a person if they always say the same thing?'
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		On this occasion the kitten only purred: and it was impossible to guess
whether it meant 'yes' or 'no.'
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		So Alice hunted among the chessmen on the table till she had found the
Red Queen: then she went down on her knees on the hearth-rug, and put
the kitten and the Queen to look at each other. 'Now, Kitty!' she
cried, clapping her hands triumphantly. 'Confess that was what you
turned into!'
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		('But it wouldn't look at it,' she said, when she was explaining the
thing afterwards to her sister: 'it turned away its head, and pretended
not to see it: but it looked a LITTLE ashamed of itself, so I think it
MUST have been the Red Queen.')
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		'Sit up a little more stiffly, dear!' Alice cried with a merry laugh.
'And curtsey while you're thinking what to--what to purr. It saves
time, remember!' And she caught it up and gave it one little kiss,
'just in honour of having been a Red Queen.'
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		'Snowdrop, my pet!' she went on, looking over her shoulder at the White
Kitten, which was still patiently undergoing its toilet, 'when WILL
Dinah have finished with your White Majesty, I wonder? That must be the
reason you were so untidy in my dream-- Dinah! do you know that you're
scrubbing a White Queen? Really, it's most disrespectful of you!
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		'And what did DINAH turn to, I wonder?' she prattled on, as she settled
comfortably down, with one elbow in the rug, and her chin in her hand,
to watch the kittens. 'Tell me, Dinah, did you turn to Humpty Dumpty? I
THINK you did--however, you'd better not mention it to your friends
just yet, for I'm not sure.
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		'By the way, Kitty, if only you'd been really with me in my dream,
there was one thing you WOULD have enjoyed--I had such a quantity of
poetry said to me, all about fishes! To-morrow morning you shall have a
real treat. All the time you're eating your breakfast, I'll repeat "The
Walrus and the Carpenter" to you; and then you can make believe it's
oysters, dear!
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		'Now, Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a
serious question, my dear, and you should NOT go on licking your paw
like that--as if Dinah hadn't washed you this morning! You see, Kitty,
it MUST have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream,
of course--but then I was part of his dream, too! WAS it the Red King,
Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to know--Oh, Kitty, DO
help to settle it! I'm sure your paw can wait!' But the provoking
kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn't heard the
question.
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		Which do YOU think it was?
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;A boat beneath a sunny sky,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Lingering onward dreamily<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;In an evening of July--<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Children three that nestle near,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Eager eye and willing ear,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Pleased a simple tale to hear--<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Long has paled that sunny sky:<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Echoes fade and memories die.<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Autumn frosts have slain July.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Still she haunts me, phantomwise,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Alice moving under skies<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Never seen by waking eyes.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Children yet, the tale to hear,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Eager eye and willing ear,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Lovingly shall nestle near.<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;In a Wonderland they lie,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Dreaming as the days go by,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Dreaming as the summers die:<br />	
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		&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Ever drifting down the stream--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Lingering in the golden gleam--<br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Life, what is it but a dream?<br />	
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