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@@ -83,7 +83,7 @@ To listen to my fairy-tale. A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing— A simple chime, that served to time - The rhythm of oar rowing— + The rhythm of our rowing— Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say ‘forget.’ @@ -365,7 +365,7 @@ 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 said. -The King was saying, “I assure, you my dear, I turned cold to the very +The King was saying, “I assure you, my dear, I turned cold to the very ends of my whiskers!” To which the Queen replied, “You haven’t got any whiskers.” @@ -1179,7 +1179,7 @@ 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. +herself, feeling sure that they must be @@ -3174,9 +3174,10 @@ things.” “Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,” he went on after a pause, “was inventing a new pudding during the meat-course.” -“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_.” +“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_.” “Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn’t have two pudding-courses in one dinner?” @@ -3653,7 +3654,7 @@ pleased she’ll be!” But this was more than Alice had courage to do. her—” The White Queen gave a deep sigh, and laid her head on Alice’s -shoulder. “I _am_ so sleepy?” she moaned. +shoulder. “I _am_ so sleepy!” she moaned. “She’s tired, poor thing!” said the Red Queen. “Smooth her hair—lend her your nightcap—and sing her a soothing lullaby.” |