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Rh It was like this.

She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought struck her. "Why, it's a Looking-glass book, of course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again."

This was the poem that Alice read.



’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 * Did gyre and gimble in the wadewabe [sic];

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

