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scent and beauty, from the very moment that she picked thein ? Even real scented rushes, you
know, last only a very little while------and these,
being dream-rushes, melted away almost like
snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet------but
Alice hardly noticed this, there were so many other curious things to think about.
They hadn't gone much farther before the blade of one of the oars got fast in the water and wouldn't come out again (so Alice explained it afterward), and the consequence was that the handle of it caught her under the chin, and, in spite of a series of little shrieks of " Oh, oh, oh ! " from poor Alice, it swept her straight off the seat, and down among the heap of rushes.
However, she wasn't a bit hurt, and was soon up again: the Sheep went on with her knitting all the while, just as if nothing had happened. " That was a nice crab you caught! " she remarked, as Alice got back into her place, very much relieved to find herself still in the boat.
"Was it? I didn't see it," said Alice, peeping cautiously over the side of the boat into the dark
water. " I wish it hadn't let go------1 should so
like a little crab to take home with me!" But the Sheep only laughed scornfully, and went on with her knitting.
"Are there many crabs here?" said Alice. |
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