'Noticed it!' he answered; 'I should think so.

I am in a sort of Turkish bath.' Just about then the others woke up gasping, and were obliged to begin to discard their clothes.

Here Umslopogaas had the advantage, for he did not wear any to speak of, except a moocha.
Hotter it grew, and hotter yet, till at last we could scarcely breathe, and the perspiration poured out of us.

Half an hour more, and though we were all now stark naked, we could hardly bear it.

The place was like an antechamber of the infernal regions proper.