Voorbeeld: Boek

113 ‘It’s My Own Invention’ The way he got his wealth, But chiefly for his wish that he Might drink my noble health. And now, if e’er by chance I put My fingers into glue Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe, Or if I drop upon my toe A very heavy weight, I weep, for it reminds me so, Of that old man I used to know -- Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of dough, Who snorted like a buffalo -- That summer evening, long ago, A-sitting on a gate.’ As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gath- ered up the reins, and turned his horse’s head along the road by which they had come. ‘You’ve only a few yards to go,’ he said,’ down the hill and over that little brook, and then you’ll be a Queen - -But you’ll stay and see me off first?’ he added as Alice turned with an eager look in the direction to which he pointed. ‘I shan’t be long. You’ll wait and wave your handkerchief when I get to that turn in the road? I think it’ll encourage me, you see.’