e listening, so she went on again:  &O;Twenty-four
hours, I <i>think;</i> or is it twelve?  I&D;&C;
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  &O;Oh, don't bother <i>me,</i>&C; said the Duchess; &O;I never could abide
figures!&C;  And with that she began nursing her child again,
singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a
violent shake at the end of every line:
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        &O;Speak roughly to your little boy,
          And beat him when he sneezes:
        He only does it to annoy,
 