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a cry of “The tral’ beginning!” was heard in
the distance.
“Come on!” cried the Gryphon, and, taking
Alice by the hand, it hurried off, without wait¬
ing for the end of the song.
“What trial is it?” Alice panted as she ran;
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but the Gryphon only answered “Come on!”
and ran the faster, while more and more faintly
came, carried on the breeze that followed them,
the melancholy words :—
“ Soo—oop of the 0—e— evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup !”