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| | Through the Looking Glass -- Chapter VIII: It's My Own Invention |
 | | `Well, we must fight for her, then,' said the Red Knight, as he took up his helmet (which hung from the saddle, and was something the shape of a horse's head) and put it on. |
 | | `The great art of riding,' the Knight suddenly began in a loud voice, waving his right arm as he spoke, `is to keep --' Here the sentence ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the Knight fell heavily on the top of his head exactly in the path where Alice was walking. |
 | | As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had come. |
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