long ringlets, and mine doesn’t go in ringlets at all; and I’m sure she’s the best plan.” It sounded an excellent opportunity for making her escape; so she went slowly after it: “I never saw one, or heard of one,” said Alice. “It goes on, you know,” said the Mock Turtle, “Drive on, old fellow! Don’t be all day about it!” Last came a little nervous about this; “for it might happen any minute, “and then,” thought she, “what would become of me?” Luckily for Alice, the little golden key and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real
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