he went on, spreading out the verses on his knee, and looking at them
with one eye; 🔊 ‘I seem to see some meaning in them, after all. “--said
I could not swim--” you can’t swim, can you?’ he added, turning to the
Knave. 🔊
The Knave shook his head sadly. ‘Do I look like it?’ he said. (Which he
certainly did not, being made entirely of cardboard.) 🔊
‘All right, so far,’ said the King, and he went on muttering over
the verses to himself: 🔊 ‘“We know it to be true--” that’s the jury, of course-- 🔊“I gave her one, they gave him two--” why, that must be what he
did with the tarts, you know--’ 🔊
‘But, it goes on “They all returned from him to you,”’ said Alice. 🔊
‘Why, there they are!’ said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts
on the table. ‘Nothing can be clearer than that. 🔊 Then again--“before she
had this fit--” you never had fits, my dear, I think?’ he said to the
Queen. 🔊
‘Never!’ said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the Lizard