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- finished. "Oh, oh, oh!" shouted the
Queen, shaking her hand about as if she wanted to shake it off. "My finger's bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-engine that Alice had to hold both her hands over her ears.
"What is the matter?" she said, as soon as there was a chance of making herself heard. "Have you pricked your finger?"
"I haven't pricked it yet," the Queen said, "but I soon shall—oh, oh, oh!"
"When do you expect to do it?" Alice asked, feeling very much inclined to laugh.
"When I fasten my shawl again," the poor Queen groaned out; "the brooch will come undone directly. Oh, oh!" As she said the words the brooch flew open, and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp it again.
"Take care!" cried Alice. "You're
