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    {
      "id": "ch1-p1",
      "chapter": 1,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch1-p2",
      "chapter": 1,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch1-p3",
      "chapter": 1,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "There was nothing so _very_ remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so _very_ much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!” (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually _took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket_, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch2-p1",
      "chapter": 2,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "“Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); “now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). “Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I’m sure _I_ shan’t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;—but I must be kind to them,” thought Alice, “or perhaps they won’t walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch2-p2",
      "chapter": 2,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. “They must go by the carrier,” she thought; “and how funny it’ll seem, sending presents to one’s own feet! And how odd the directions will look!"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch2-p5",
      "chapter": 2,
      "paragraphIndex": 5,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch3-p1",
      "chapter": 3,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank—the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch3-p2",
      "chapter": 3,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long argument with the Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would only say, “I am older than you, and must know better;” and this Alice would not allow without knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its age, there was no more to be said."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch3-p3",
      "chapter": 3,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among them, called out, “Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! _I’ll_ soon make you dry enough!” They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch4-p1",
      "chapter": 4,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself “The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where _can_ I have dropped them, I wonder?” Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began hunting about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to have changed since her swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and the little door, had vanished completely."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch4-p2",
      "chapter": 4,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and called out to her in an angry tone, “Why, Mary Ann, what _are_ you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!” And Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once in the direction it pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch4-p3",
      "chapter": 4,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "“He took me for his housemaid,” she said to herself as she ran. “How surprised he’ll be when he finds out who I am! But I’d better take him his fan and gloves—that is, if I can find them.” As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass plate with the name “W. RABBIT,” engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and gloves."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch5-p1",
      "chapter": 5,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch5-p3",
      "chapter": 5,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I _was_ when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch5-p5",
      "chapter": 5,
      "paragraphIndex": 5,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "“I can’t explain _myself_, I’m afraid, sir,” said Alice, “because I’m not myself, you see.”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch6-p1",
      "chapter": 6,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the wood—(she considered him to be a footman because he was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, she would have called him a fish)—and rapped loudly at the door with his knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over their heads. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to listen."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch6-p2",
      "chapter": 6,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, saying, in a solemn tone, “For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play croquet.” The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone, only changing the order of the words a little, “From the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess to play croquet.”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch6-p4",
      "chapter": 6,
      "paragraphIndex": 4,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into the wood for fear of their hearing her; and when she next peeped out the Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the ground near the door, staring stupidly up into the sky."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch7-p1",
      "chapter": 7,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. “Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,” thought Alice; “only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch7-p2",
      "chapter": 7,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alice coming. “There’s _plenty_ of room!” said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch7-p4",
      "chapter": 7,
      "paragraphIndex": 4,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’t see any wine,” she remarked."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch8-p1",
      "chapter": 8,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, “Look out now, Five! Don’t go splashing paint over me like that!”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch8-p3",
      "chapter": 8,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "On which Seven looked up and said, “That’s right, Five! Always lay the blame on others!”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch8-p4",
      "chapter": 8,
      "paragraphIndex": 4,
      "split": "training",
      "text": "“_You’d_ better not talk!” said Five. “I heard the Queen say only yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch9-p1",
      "chapter": 9,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "“You can’t think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!” said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice’s, and they walked off together."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch9-p2",
      "chapter": 9,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage when they met in the kitchen."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch9-p3",
      "chapter": 9,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "“When _I’m_ a Duchess,” she said to herself, (not in a very hopeful tone though), “I won’t have any pepper in my kitchen _at all_. Soup does very well without—Maybe it’s always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,” she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, “and vinegar that makes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew _that_: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know—”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch10-p1",
      "chapter": 10,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute or two sobs choked his voice. “Same as if he had a bone in his throat,” said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him and punching him in the back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears running down his cheeks, he went on again:—"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch10-p2",
      "chapter": 10,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "“You may not have lived much under the sea—” (“I haven’t,” said Alice)—“and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster—” (Alice began to say “I once tasted—” but checked herself hastily, and said “No, never”) “—so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch10-p5",
      "chapter": 10,
      "paragraphIndex": 5,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "“Two lines!” cried the Mock Turtle. “Seals, turtles, salmon, and so on; then, when you’ve cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way—”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch11-p1",
      "chapter": 11,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them—all sorts of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it made Alice quite hungry to look at them—“I wish they’d get the trial done,” she thought, “and hand round the refreshments!” But there seemed to be no chance of this, so she began looking at everything about her, to pass away the time."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch11-p2",
      "chapter": 11,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had read about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she knew the name of nearly everything there. “That’s the judge,” she said to herself, “because of his great wig.”"
    },
    {
      "id": "ch11-p3",
      "chapter": 11,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "The judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown over the wig, (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how he did it,) he did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not becoming."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch12-p1",
      "chapter": 12,
      "paragraphIndex": 1,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "“Here!” cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and she jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below, and there they lay sprawling about, reminding her very much of a globe of goldfish she had accidentally upset the week before."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch12-p2",
      "chapter": 12,
      "paragraphIndex": 2,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "“Oh, I _beg_ your pardon!” she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident of the goldfish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once and put back into the jury-box, or they would die."
    },
    {
      "id": "ch12-p3",
      "chapter": 12,
      "paragraphIndex": 3,
      "split": "development",
      "text": "“The trial cannot proceed,” said the King in a very grave voice, “until all the jurymen are back in their proper places—_all_,” he repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at Alice as he said so."
    }
  ]
}