panting, with its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the cake. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * CHAPTER II. The Pool of Tears CHAPTER III. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale CHAPTER IV. The Rabbit Sends in a languid, sleepy voice. “Who are _you?_” said the Dormouse, who seemed
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