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The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried

by-the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring

pool-she could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare

and his friends shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill

voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to

execution-once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess's

knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it-once more the

shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's

slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs,

filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable

Mock Turtle.