. Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there . Tself! Then I hope your finger is better now? Alice said, very politely, as she crossed the little brook after the Queen. * # * # * * * tfn ff* rf* ff, Oh, much better! cried the Queen,her voice rising into a squeak as shewent on. Much be-etter! Be-etter!Be-e-e-etter! Be-e-ehh! The last wordended in a long bleat, so like a sheepthat Alice quite started. She looked at the Queen, who seemedto have suddenly wrapped herself upin wool. Alice rubbed her eyes, andlooked again. She couldnt make outwhat had happened at all. Was shein a shop? And
. Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there . Tself! Then I hope your finger is better now? Alice said, very politely, as she crossed the little brook after the Queen. * # * # * * * tfn ff* rf* ff, Oh, much better! cried the Queen,her voice rising into a squeak as shewent on. Much be-etter! Be-etter!Be-e-e-etter! Be-e-ehh! The last wordended in a long bleat, so like a sheepthat Alice quite started. She looked at the Queen, who seemedto have suddenly wrapped herself upin wool. Alice rubbed her eyes, andlooked again. She couldnt make outwhat had happened at all. Was shein a shop? And was that really—was it realty a sheep that was sittingon the other side of the counter? Rubas she would, she could make nothingmore of it: she was in a little, dark shop, 94. Opposite to her was an old Sheep sitting in an arm-chair, knitting
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