"You need not be afraid to walk upright.
The roof is six feet high all the way.

You must tread carefully, though.

There are plenty of holes and stones about." The Princess and Forrest disappeared.

Jeanne, with her skirts held high in one hand, and an electric torch in the other, followed Cecil slowly along the gloomy way.

The walls were oozing with damp, glistening patches, like illuminated salt stains, and queer fungi started out from unexpected places.