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<h3>CHAPTER II<br>
The Pool of Tears</h3>
<p class="copy">'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (-
she was so much surprised, that for the moment she qu-
ite forgot how to speak good English); 'now I'm openi-
ng out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-
-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet, t-
hey seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getti-
ng so far off). 'Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder wh-
o will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, d-
ears? I'm sure <i>I</i> shan't be able! I shall be a -
great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: y-
ou must manage the best way you can; --but I must be -
kind to them,' thought Alice, 'or perhaps they won't -
walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them-
a new pair of boots every Christmas.'</p>
<p class="copy">And she went on planning to herself how -
she would manage it. 'They must go by the carrier,' s-
he thought; 'and how funny it'll seem, sending presen-
ts to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will-
look!</p>
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ALICE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.<br>
HEARTHRUG,<br>
NEAR THE FENDER,<br>
(WITH ALICE'S LOVE).</blockquote>
<p class="copy">Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!'</p>
<p class="copy">Just then her head struck against the ro-
of of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine fe-
et high, and she at once took up the little golden ke-
y and hurried off to the garden door.</p>
<p>Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying dow-
n on one side, to look through into the garden with o-
ne eye; but to get through was more hopeless than eve-
r: she sat down and began to cry again.
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