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OF TEARS. 17
Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do,
lying’ down on one side, to look through into
the garden with one eye; but to get through
was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and
began to cry again.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said
Alice, “a great girl like you,” (she might well
say this,) “to go on crying in this way! Stop
this moment, I tell you!” But she went on all
the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there
was a large pool all round her, about four inches
deep and reaching half down the hall.
After a time she heard a little pattering of
feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her
eyes to see what was coming. It was the White
Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair
of white kid gloves in one hand and a large
fan in the other: he came trotting along in a
great hurry, muttering to himself as he came,
“Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she
be savage if I’ve kept her waiting!” Alice
felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help
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