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'Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone. Alice looked all round the table, but saw nothing but tea. 'I don't see any wine,' she remarked. 'There isn't any,' said the March Hare. | |||||||||||||||||
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She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peered over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, that was sitting on the top, with it's arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notion of her or of anything else.... at last the caterpillar took the hookah out of it's mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. 'Who are you?' said the caterpillar. | |||||||||||||||||
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