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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEI8OBqiY4YZzu9jRbjC0BQFl7SGu4ZVikAfQoOgCwRkst9Zpo7bxxkww1jm1uUpnAhEvtWpPHjw-99TGIdM-eg3YIYwePRmpVP3yvHfh3Zsb8VrZvCxBr6vSmFL5qYwHaxCSw4ioqVzG/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEI8OBqiY4YZzu9jRbjC0BQFl7SGu4ZVikAfQoOgCwRkst9Zpo7bxxkww1jm1uUpnAhEvtWpPHjw-99TGIdM-eg3YIYwePRmpVP3yvHfh3Zsb8VrZvCxBr6vSmFL5qYwHaxCSw4ioqVzG/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" width="320"></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br>As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br><a href="http://maxxiz-mkrdezign.blogspot.com/2014/04/custom-title-with-subtitle-and-lock.html#more">Read more �</a>

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrolrSBrxldTervn_p5h7sNpkv-g62iNWWwRjNOl2Aiv4tHfguOCNtlH2JGfQfQs0QVoCza5eJrZwWEd0KXIQm1kED3yetsn2wLBtMGC9nFE-JtuXUzz9KxnG6Bja7_3-KVNQwIDJu6k/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!"><img alt="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrolrSBrxldTervn_p5h7sNpkv-g62iNWWwRjNOl2Aiv4tHfguOCNtlH2JGfQfQs0QVoCza5eJrZwWEd0KXIQm1kED3yetsn2wLBtMGC9nFE-JtuXUzz9KxnG6Bja7_3-KVNQwIDJu6k/s640/cars_6.jpg" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" width="640" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><a name="more"></a><br />As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br /><br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><blockquote>"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"</blockquote><br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and�I shuddered.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a><img alt="I am not of Dor" border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEI8OBqiY4YZzu9jRbjC0BQFl7SGu4ZVikAfQoOgCwRkst9Zpo7bxxkww1jm1uUpnAhEvtWpPHjw-99TGIdM-eg3YIYwePRmpVP3yvHfh3Zsb8VrZvCxBr6vSmFL5qYwHaxCSw4ioqVzG/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" title="I am not of Dor" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Headseat</td></tr></tbody></table>A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoOPC5VyrhC5rvxhRGqSAR4pJw_lFBho-I_r0y1hyQIV7qppxlKmxN1vDMKKEwkOWbInATPBfj3gJSKNFipuLTy1rWXM1-n30G6C7msgkfTuAVS8hbd4zb0ZVT4ZDi2tYbfLcBr4S2m7x/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Where is this Virginia"><img alt="Where is this Virginia" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoOPC5VyrhC5rvxhRGqSAR4pJw_lFBho-I_r0y1hyQIV7qppxlKmxN1vDMKKEwkOWbInATPBfj3gJSKNFipuLTy1rWXM1-n30G6C7msgkfTuAVS8hbd4zb0ZVT4ZDi2tYbfLcBr4S2m7x/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" title="Where is this Virginia" width="212" /></a></div>"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths�Starbuck!"<br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br /><i>Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.</i><br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man�as his wont at intervals�stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.<br /><br /><ul><li>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered</li><li> And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king</li><li> Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable</li><li> Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra</li><li> But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond the summit, for here I found that several of them centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which one I had traversed to reach the pass I could not for the life of me remember</li></ul>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered. And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king. Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable. Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to.<br /><br /><ol><li>"Alas! In my hurry�I�I forgot�" "What?" "To turn off the gas in my room!" "Very well, young man," returned Mr</li><li> Fogg, coolly; "it will burn�at your expense</li><li>" Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End</li><li> The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members</li><li> From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England</li><li> The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim</li></ol><h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one</h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms, accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared up for me. I saw that the body of my dead antagonist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had brought me these trophies of the kill the same demeanor as that evinced by the other who had brought me my original equipment, and now for the first time I realized that my blow, on the occasion of my first battle in the audience chamber had resulted in the death of my adversary.<br /><br /><h2>"Aye, I see!�wanted to part it; free the fast-fish�an old trick�I know him."</h2>"There are almost as many conjectures as to that as there are geologists," was his answer. "One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface. Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness. So there you are.<br /><br /><h3>The old man looked at me for a long time before he spoke. </h3>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.<br /><br />"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to pieces."<br /><br /><h4>"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered. "Another enemy to harass me in my misery?"</h4>The old man accelerated his pace, sniffing eagerly as he neared the fire.<br />"Mussels!" he muttered ecstatically. "Mussels! And ain't that a crab, Hoo-Hoo? Ain't that a crab? My, my, you boys are good to your old grandsire."<br /><br />Hoo-Hoo, who was apparently of the same age as Edwin, grinned.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"All you want, Granser. I got four."</blockquote><h5>They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention. </h5>I had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke, or at least could make themselves understood by a common language. With this added incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities to hasten on my education and within a few more days I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand practically all that I heard.<br /><br />At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound. After they had retired for the night it was customary for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and now that I could understand their language I was always a keen listener, although I never proffered any remarks myself.<br /><br />On the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant. I had feared to question Sola relative to the beautiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first encounter with the prisoner. That it denoted jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of my solicitude.<br /><br />Sarkoja, one of the older women who shared our domicile, had been present at the audience as one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her the question turned.<br /><h6>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.</h6>Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.<br /><br />Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.<br /><br />This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.[left-post]

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So, quite unexpectedly, my brother found himself, panting, with a cut mouth, a bruised jaw, and bloodstained knuckles, driving along an unknown lane with these two women.<br /><br />He learned they were the wife and the younger sister of a surgeon living at Stanmore, who had come in the small hours from a dangerous case at Pinner, and heard at some railway station on his way of the Martian advance. He had hurried home, roused the women--their servant had left them two days before--packed some provisions, put his revolver under the seat--luckily for my brother--and told them to drive on to Edgware, with the idea of getting a train there. He stopped behind to tell the neighbours. He would overtake them, he said, at about half past four in the morning, and now it was nearly nine and they had seen nothing of him. They could not stop in Edgware because of the growing traffic through the place, and so they had come into this side lane.<br /><br />[soundcloud featured="1" src="84469084"/] <br /><blockquote>'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the archbishop find?'</blockquote>That was the story they told my brother in fragments when presently they stopped again, nearer to New Barnet. He promised to stay with them, at least until they could determine what to do, or until the missing man arrived, and professed to be an expert shot with the revolver--a weapon strange to him--in order to give them confidence.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8n94vb8dcY-Om0XmFma76a02Ztdj1E9Rc0sGhk-hCmq11g81NEoozvCiXDbGvvWP7p4PlLQz69aCzhGqNWlkkY-qDxgvJWgklXHr_negy61yEsV1EejCT-gaX0a9929vNvV954o5Ubg/s1600/music_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security"><img alt="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security" border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8n94vb8dcY-Om0XmFma76a02Ztdj1E9Rc0sGhk-hCmq11g81NEoozvCiXDbGvvWP7p4PlLQz69aCzhGqNWlkkY-qDxgvJWgklXHr_negy61yEsV1EejCT-gaX0a9929vNvV954o5Ubg/s640/music_2.jpg" title="FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">standart also cover in vitro testing</td></tr></tbody></table>Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fireside, the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.<br /><br />[ads-post] Now, while discoursing of sperm, it behooves to speak of other things akin to it, in the business of preparing the sperm whale for the try-works.<br /><br />First comes white-horse, so called, which is obtained from the tapering part of the fish, and also from the thicker portions of his flukes. It is tough with congealed tendons�a wad of muscle�but still contains some oil. After being severed from the whale, the white-horse is first cut into portable oblongs ere going to the mincer. They look much like blocks of Berkshire marble.<br /><h3>Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald City;</h3><ol><li>I tried to convince her that I was sincere, but she simply couldn't forget the humiliation that I had put upon her on that other occasion</li><li> "If you mean all that you say you will have ample chance to prove it," she said, "if Jubal does not catch and kill you</li><li> I am in your power, and the treatment you accord me will be the best proof of your intentions toward me</li><li> I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again</li><li>" Dian certainly was candid</li><li> There was no gainsaying that</li><li> In fact I found candor and directness to be quite a marked characteristic of the cave men of Pellucidar</li><li> Finally I suggested that we make some attempt to gain my cave, where we might escape the searching Jubal, for I am free to admit that I had no considerable desire to meet the formidable and ferocious creature, of whose mighty prowess Dian had told me when I first met her</li></ol>

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[soundcloud src="189279166"/] There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'<br /><br />'A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead silence.<br /><br />Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmTWUjJhQjOZCSYcot_IeC0O7Y3KuyAtNdnuMXCZUpIfiA0dxPa21xTR7lhDo-Qf60OtOphb9GYu5lbogfEnXFukl34cJu7XKZ9hJInIf3BHc7ptPXuT2Cj1f-TMm3XOUUSJHocN8ntc/s1600/music_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Honored at The Photography Awards"><img alt="Honored at The Photography Awards" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmTWUjJhQjOZCSYcot_IeC0O7Y3KuyAtNdnuMXCZUpIfiA0dxPa21xTR7lhDo-Qf60OtOphb9GYu5lbogfEnXFukl34cJu7XKZ9hJInIf3BHc7ptPXuT2Cj1f-TMm3XOUUSJHocN8ntc/s1600/music_1.jpg" title="Honored at The Photography Awards" width="640" /></a></div><br />So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.<br /><br />'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'<br /><br />It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.<br />An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.<br /><br />Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.<br />This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.<br /><br />'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if�if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see�how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-ATwiopaQcZQRfcfFjp0DuloU5xWIpNBqdq_iQFgHF1dkgvoWipZEIddRqNdASqJJ4rfWpN27v7Cm43D6WCk9swYU6IhKOKqp_U45gsQ3chEuc52Cvigb6VuzYzbtSQWb1JcuEu4qPL9/s1600/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Become a Professional DJ With Jane"><img alt="Become a Professional DJ With Jane" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-ATwiopaQcZQRfcfFjp0DuloU5xWIpNBqdq_iQFgHF1dkgvoWipZEIddRqNdASqJJ4rfWpN27v7Cm43D6WCk9swYU6IhKOKqp_U45gsQ3chEuc52Cvigb6VuzYzbtSQWb1JcuEu4qPL9/s1600/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg" title="Become a Professional DJ With Jane" width="640" /></a></div><br />'That WAS a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; 'and now for the garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's too bad, that it is!'<br /><br />As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.<br /><br />'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'<br /><br />Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.<br /><br />'Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, 'to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A mouse�of a mouse�to a mouse�a mouse�O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.<br /><br />'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.'<br /><br />'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would YOU like cats if you were me?'<br />'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face�and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse�and she's such a capital one for catching mice�oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.'<br /><br />'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!'<br /><br />'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. 'Are you�are you fond�of�of dogs?' The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things�I can't remember half of them�and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and�oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.

Become a Professional DJ With Jane

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