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QUADRILLE. 161 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 waiting for the end of the song. “What trial is it?” Alice panted as she ran; 3 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 !”
