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"Did the rabbit go, after oo wounded it up?" said Bruno. The Professor clasped his hands on the top of his head, and groaned. "Go? I should think it did go! Why, it's gone? And where ever it's gone to that's what I ca'n't find out! I've done my best I've read all the article 'Rabbit' in the great dictionary Come in!"
All this time Dog-waiters, in splendid livery, were running up with lighted candles: but, as fast as they put them upon the table, other waiters ran away with them, so that there never seemed to be one for me, though the Master kept nudging me with his elbow, and repeating" I ca'n't let you sleep here! You're not in bed, you know!"
"We must go back into the wood, now," Sylvie said, as soon as we were out of hearing. "We ca'n't stay this size any longer." "Then you will be quite tiny Fairies again, next time we meet?" "Yes," said Sylvie: "but we'll be children again some day if you'll let us. Bruno's very anxious to see Lady Muriel again." "She are welly nice," said Bruno.
"And ca'n't you help him, little folk?" he said, with a gentleness of tone that seemed to win their hearts at once. "Surely you know all about it? 'How many miles to Babylon? Three-score miles and ten. Can I get there by candlelight? Yes, and back again!"
Business however soon demanded my presence in town; and I had to announce to Arthur that I must leave him for a while. "But I hope to run down again in a month I added. I would stay now, if I could. I don't think it's good for you to be alone. No, I ca'n't face solitude, here, for long, said Arthur. But don't think about me.
"Leave the room, Sirrah!" he said, as loud as he dared. His wife was still leaning out of the window, and kept repeating "I ca'n't see that pig! Where is it?" "It's moved to the right now it's gone a little to the left," said the Sub-Warden: but he had his back to the window, and was making signals to the Lord Chancellor, pointing to Uggug and the door, with many a cunning nod and wink.
"And the pins they gave me for nothing!" the Professor added in high glee. "Fifteen of 'em, and only one bent!" "I'll make the bent one into a hook!" said Sylvie. "To catch Bruno with, when he runs away from his lessons!" "You ca'n't guess what my present is!" said Uggug, who had taken the butter-dish from the table, and was standing behind her, with a wicked leer on his face.
"We ca'n't get in through there!" Bruno exclaimed. Sylvie said nothing, till she had carefully examined whether the wall opened anywhere. Then she laughed merrily. "You're playing us a trick, you dear old thing!" she said. "There's no door here!" "There isn't any door to the room," said the Professor. "We shall have to climb in at the window."
My daughters left me while I slept. 'Yes 'm, the Badger said: 'it's as you say. 'They should be better kept. Thus the poor parents talked the time away, And wept, and wept, and wept." Here Bruno broke off suddenly. "The Herrings' Song wants anuvver tune, Sylvie," he said. "And I ca'n't sing it not wizout oo plays it for me!"
He ain't so damn hijus to look at, but he shore never knocked no gal plum loco that away with his p'rsn'l beauty. Must be some sort o' Injun medicine he works." "Ca'n't be from his mother," cogitated Lee. "Writin' ain't trembly none looks like it was writ by a school-marm, an' a lally-cooler at that.
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