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The
little
voice
sighed
deeply
:
it
was
very
unhappy
,
evidently
,
and
Alice
would
have
said
something
pitying
to
comfort
it
,
'
If
it
would
only
sigh
like
other
people
!
'
she
thought
.
But
this
was
such
a
wonderfully
small
sigh
,
that
she
would
n't
have
heard
it
at
all
,
if
it
had
n't
come
quite
close
to
her
ear
.
The
consequence
of
this
was
that
it
tickled
her
ear
very
much
,
and
quite
took
off
her
thoughts
from
the
unhappiness
of
the
poor
little
creature
.
'
I
know
you
are
a
friend
,
the
little
voice
went
on
;
'
a
dear
friend
,
and
an
old
friend
.
And
you
wo
n't
hurt
me
,
though
I
am
an
insect
.
'
'
What
kind
of
insect
?
'
Alice
inquired
a
little
anxiously
.
What
she
really
wanted
to
know
was
,
whether
it
could
sting
or
not
,
but
she
thought
this
would
n't
be
quite
a
civil
question
to
ask
.
'
What
,
then
you
do
n't
--
'
the
little
voice
began
,
when
it
was
drowned
by
a
shrill
scream
from
the
engine
,
and
everybody
jumped
up
in
alarm
,
Alice
among
the
rest
.
The
Horse
,
who
had
put
his
head
out
of
the
window
,
quietly
drew
it
in
and
said
,
'
It
's
only
a
brook
we
have
to
jump
over
.
'
Everybody
seemed
satisfied
with
this
,
though
Alice
felt
a
little
nervous
at
the
idea
of
trains
jumping
at
all
.
'
However
,
it
'll
take
us
into
the
Fourth
Square
,
that
's
some
comfort
!
'
she
said
to
herself
.
In
another
moment
she
felt
the
carriage
rise
straight
up
into
the
air
,
and
in
her
fright
she
caught
at
the
thing
nearest
to
her
hand
,
which
happened
to
be
the
Goat
's
beard
.
But
the
beard
seemed
to
melt
away
as
she
touched
it
,
and
she
found
herself
sitting
quietly
under
a
tree
--
while
the
Gnat
(
for
that
was
the
insect
she
had
been
talking
to
)
was
balancing
itself
on
a
twig
just
over
her
head
,
and
fanning
her
with
its
wings
.
It
certainly
was
a
very
large
Gnat
:
'
about
the
size
of
a
chicken
,
'
Alice
thought
.
Still
,
she
could
n't
feel
nervous
with
it
,
after
they
had
been
talking
together
so
long
.
'
--
then
you
do
n't
like
all
insects
?
'
the
Gnat
went
on
,
as
quietly
as
if
nothing
had
happened
.
'
I
like
them
when
they
can
talk
,
'
Alice
said
.
'
None
of
them
ever
talk
,
where
I
come
from
.
'
'
What
sort
of
insects
do
you
rejoice
in
,
where
you
come
from
?
'
the
Gnat
inquired
.
