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            <title>CHAPTER XII.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Alice’s Evidence “Here!” cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and she jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below, and there they lay sprawling about, reminding her very…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER XI.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Who Stole the Tarts? The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them—all sorts of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER X.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[The Lobster Quadrille The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute or two sobs choked his voice. “Same as if he had a bone in his throat,” said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him and punching him in the back. At last…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER IX.</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:49:50 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Author: H. C. Andersen</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[The Mock Turtle’s Story “You can’t think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!” said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice’s, and they walked off together. Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER VIII.</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:49:49 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Author: H. C. Andersen</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[The Queen’s Croquet-Ground A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, “Look out now, Five! Don’t…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER VII.</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:49:48 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Author: H. C. Andersen</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[A Mad Tea-Party There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. “Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,” thought Alice;…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER VI.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Pig and Pepper For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the wood—(she considered him to be a footman because he was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, she would have called him a fish)—and rapped loudly at the door with his knuckles.…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER V.</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:49:47 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Author: H. C. Andersen</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[Advice from a Caterpillar The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. “Who are _you?_” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER IV.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself “The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where _can_ I have dropped…]]></description>
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            <title>CHAPTER III.</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:49:45 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Author: H. C. Andersen</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank—the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable. The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to…]]></description>
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