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. It became apparent from whiffle to
whiffle that the Jabberwock was now moving away, to the left, hurrying ahead
of the flatness. Tweedledum, Tweedledee, the Dodo, and the Frog began
packing their instruments.
I started across the bar toward Luke's sprawled form. The CaterpilIar
was disassembling his hookah, and I saw that his mushroom was tilted at an
odd angle. The White Rabbit beat it down a hole to the rear, and I head
Humpty muttering curses as he swayed atop the bar stool he had just
succeeded in mounting.
I saluted the gentleman with the palette as I approached.
"Sorry to disturb you,'' I said. "But believe me, this is for the
better."
I raised Luke's limp form and slung him over my shoulder. A flock of
playing cards flew by me. I dew away from them in their rapid passage.
"Goodness! It's frightened the Jabberwock!" the man remarked, looking
past me.
"What has?" I asked, not really certain that I wished to know.
"That," he answered, gesturing toward the front of the bar.
I looked and I staggered back and I didn't blame the Jabberwock a bit.
It was a twelve-foot Fire Angel that had just enteredrusset-colored,
with wings like stained-glass windowsand, along with intimations of
mortality, it brought me recollections of a praying mantis, with a spiked
collar and thornlike claws protruding through its short fur at every
suggestion of an angle
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