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CHAPTER II. |
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THE GARDEN OF LIVE FLOWERS.
"I should see the garden far better," said Alice to herself, " if I could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path that leads straight to it ------at least, no, it doesn't do that------" (after going a few yards along the path, and turning several sharp corners), "but I suppose it will at last. But how curiously it twists! It's more like a corkscrew than a path! Well, this turn goes to
the hill, I suppose------no, it doesn't! This goes
straight back to the house ! Well then, I'll try it the other way."
And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would. Indeed, once, when she turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it before she could stop herself.
" It's no use talking about it," Alice said, looking up at the house and pretending it was arguing with her. " I'm not going in again yet. I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass
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