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The Hatter shook his head mournfully. "Not I!" he replied. "We quarreled last March
- just before [i]he[/i] went mad, you know --" (pointing with his teaspon at the March Hare,)
"-it was a great concert given by the Queen of Hearts and I had to sing Twinkle, Twinkle,
little Bat!"