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"The sun must be going under a cloud," said Trot, looking ahead.
They had descended far into the ocean depths again-further, the girl thought, than they had ever been before.
"No," the Queen answered after a glance ahead of them, "that is a cuttlefish, and he is dyeing the sea around him with ink so that he can hide from us. Let us turn a lit