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And, as in uffish thought he stood,
 * The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 * And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
 * The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head
 * He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
 * Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
 * He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 * Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves.
 * And the mome raths outgrabe.

"It seems very pretty," she said when she had finished it, "but it's rather hard to understand!" (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) "Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don't exactly know what they are! However, somebody killed something: that's clear, at any rate"

"But oh!" thought Alice, suddenly jumping up, "if I don't make haste, I shall have to go back through the Looking-glass, before I've seen what the rest of the house is like! Let's have a look at the garden first!" She was out of the room in a moment, and ran down stairs—or, at least, it wasn't exactly running, but a new invention for getting down stairs quickly and easily, as Alice said to herself. She just kept the tips of her fingers on the handrail, and floated gently down without even touching the