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'

No

,

you

do

n't

understand

,

'

the

Knight

said

,

looking

a

little

vexed

.

'

That

's

what

the

name

is

called

.

The

name

really

is

"

The

Aged

Aged

Man

.

"

'

'

Then

I

ought

to

have

said

"

That

's

what

the

song

is

called

"

?

'

Alice

corrected

herself

.

'

No

,

you

ought

n't

:

that

's

quite

another

thing

!

The

song

is

called

"

Ways

and

Means

"

:

but

that

's

only

what

it

's

called

,

you

know

!

'

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'

Well

,

what

is

the

song

,

then

?

'

said

Alice

,

who

was

by

this

time

completely

bewildered

.

'

I

was

coming

to

that

,

'

the

Knight

said

.

'

The

song

really

is

"

A-Sitting

On

a

Gate

"

:

and

the

tune

's

my

own

invention

.

'

So

saying

,

he

stopped

his

horse

and

let

the

reins

fall

on

its

neck

:

then

,

slowly

beating

time

with

one

hand

,

and

with

a

faint

smile

lighting

up

his

gentle

foolish

face

,

as

if

he

enjoyed

the

music

of

his

song

,

he

began

.

Of

all

the

strange

things

that

Alice

saw

in

her

journey

Through

The

Looking-Glass

,

this

was

the

one

that

she

always

remembered

most

clearly

.

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Years

afterwards

she

could

bring

the

whole

scene

back

again

,

as

if

it

had

been

only

yesterday

--

the

mild

blue

eyes

and

kindly

smile

of

the

Knight

--

the

setting

sun

gleaming

through

his

hair

,

and

shining

on

his

armour

in

a

blaze

of

light

that

quite

dazzled

her

--

the

horse

quietly

moving

about

,

with

the

reins

hanging

loose

on

his

neck

,

cropping

the

grass

at

her

feet

--

and

the

black

shadows

of

the

forest

behind

--

all

this

she

took

in

like

a

picture

,

as

,

with

one

hand

shading

her

eyes

,

she

leant

against

a

tree

,

watching

the

strange

pair

,

and

listening

,

in

a

half

dream

,

to

the

melancholy

music

of

the

song

.

'

But

the

tune

is

n't

his

own

invention

,

'

she

said

to

herself

:

'

it

's

"

I

Give

Thee

All

,

I

Can

No

More

.

"

'

She

stood

and

listened

very

attentively

,

but

no

tears

came

into

her

eyes

.

'

I

'll

tell

thee

everything

I

can

;

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