All right, so far, said the King, and he went on muttering over the
verses to himself: _We know it to be true_ that s the jury, of
course _I gave her one, they gave him two_ why, that must be what he
did with the tarts, you know
But, it goes on _they all returned from him to you_, said Alice.
Why, there they are! said the King triumphantly, pointing to the
tarts on the table. Nothing can be clearer than _that_. Then
again _before she had this fit_ you never had fits, my dear, I
think? he said to the Queen.
Never! said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the Lizard
as she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off writing on his
slate with one finger, as he found it made no mark; but he now hastily
began again, using the ink, that was trickling down his face, as long
as it lasted.)
Then the words don t _fit_ you, said the King, looking round the
court with a smile. There was a dead silence.
It s a pun! the King added in an offended tone, and everybody
laughed, Let the jury consider their verdict, the King said, for
about the twentieth time that day.
No, no! said the Queen. Sentence first verdict afterwards.
Stuff and nonsense! said Alice loudly. The idea of having the
sentence first!
Hold your tongue! said the Queen, turning purple.
I won t! said Alice.
Off with her head! the Queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobody
moved.
Who cares for you? said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by
this time.) You re nothing but a pack of cards!
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