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There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went
back to the table, half hoping to find another key on it, or at any rate, a
book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a
little bottle on it (“which certainly was not here before,” said Alice) and
tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words “DRINK
ME,” beautifully printed on it in large letters.
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