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‘You promised to tell me your history, you know,’ said Alice, ‘and why  it is you hate—C and D,’ she added in a whisper, half afraid that it  would be offended again. ‘Mine is a long and a sad tale!’ said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and  sighing. ‘It IS a long tail, certainly,’ said Alice, looking down with wonder at  the Mouse’s tail; ‘but why do you call it sad?’ And she kept on puzzling  about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was  something like this:— ‘You are not attending!’ said the Mouse to Alice severely. ‘What are you  thinking of?’ ‘I beg your pardon,’ said Alice very humbly: ‘you had got to the fifth  bend, I think?’ ‘I had NOT!’ cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily. ‘A knot!’ said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and looking  anxiously about her. ‘Oh, do let me help to undo it!’ ‘I shall do nothing of the sort,’ said the Mouse, getting up

‘You promised to tell me your history, you know,’ said Alice, ‘and why  it is you hate—C and D,’ she added in a whisper, half afraid that it  would be offended again. ‘Mine is a long and a sad tale!’ said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and  sighing. ‘It IS a long tail, certainly,’ said Alice, looking down with wonder at  the Mouse’s tail; ‘but why do you call it sad?’ And she kept on puzzling  about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was  something like this:— ‘You are not attending!’ said the Mouse to Alice severely. ‘What are you  thinking of?’ ‘I beg your pardon,’ said Alice very humbly: ‘you had got to the fifth  bend, I think?’ ‘I had NOT!’ cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily. ‘A knot!’ said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and looking  anxiously about her. ‘Oh, do let me help to undo it!’ ‘I shall do nothing of the sort,’ said the Mouse, getting up

‘You promised to tell me your history, you know,’ said Alice, ‘and why  it is you hate—C and D,’ she added in a whisper, half afraid that it  would be offended again. ‘Mine is a long and a sad tale!’ said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and  sighing. ‘It IS a long tail, certainly,’ said Alice, looking down with wonder at  the Mouse’s tail; ‘but why do you call it sad?’ And she kept on puzzling  about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was  something like this:— ‘You are not attending!’ said the Mouse to Alice severely. ‘What are you  thinking of?’ ‘I beg your pardon,’ said Alice very humbly: ‘you had got to the fifth  bend, I think?’ ‘I had NOT!’ cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily. ‘A knot!’ said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and looking  anxiously about her. ‘Oh, do let me help to undo it!’ ‘I shall do nothing of the sort,’ said the Mouse, getting up