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must begin quick. It's getting as dark as it can."
"And darker," said Tweedledee.
It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunder-storm coming on. "What a thick, black cloud that is!" she said. "And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!"
"It's the crow!" Tweedledum cried out, in a shrill voice of alarm; and the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment.
Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree. "It can never get at me here," she thought; "it's far too large to squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't flap its wings so—it makes quite a hurricane in the wood; here's somebody's shawl being blown away!"
