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           ‘ThenitoughttobeNumberOne,’saidAlice. 

           TheKingturnedpale,andshuthisnote-bookhastily. ‘Consideryourverdict,’hesaidtothejury,inalow,tremblingvoice. 

           ‘There’smoreevidencetocomeyet,pleaseyourMajesty,’saidtheWhiteRabbit,jumpingupinagreathurry; ‘thispaperhasjustbeenpickedup.’ 

           ‘What’sinit? ’saidtheQueen. 

           ‘Ihaven’topenedityet,’saidtheWhiteRabbit,‘butitseemstobealetter,writtenbytheprisonerto—tosomebody.’ 

           ‘Itmusthavebeenthat,’saidtheKing,‘unlessitwaswrittentonobody,whichisn’tusual,youknow.’ 

           ‘Whoisitdirectedto? ’saidoneofthejurymen. 

           ‘Itisn’tdirectedatall,’saidtheWhiteRabbit; ‘infact,there’snothingwrittenontheoutside. ’Heunfoldedthepaperashespoke,andadded ‘Itisn’taletter,afterall: it’sasetofverses.’ 

           ‘Aretheyintheprisoner’shandwriting? ’askedanotherofthejurymen. 

           ‘No,they’renot,’saidtheWhiteRabbit,‘andthat’sthequeerestthingaboutit. ’(Thejuryalllookedpuzzled.) 

           ‘Hemusthaveimitatedsomebodyelse’shand,’saidtheKing. (Thejuryallbrightenedupagain.) 

           ‘PleaseyourMajesty,’saidtheKnave,‘Ididn’twriteit,andtheycan’tproveIdid: there’snonamesignedattheend.’