You'll excuse the little natural deception ?--it's part of the Babylonish character, don't you know?
But I don't want anything to happen to you.

Do let me rouse someone.' 'No, no, no,' said Anthea with desperate earnestness.

She thought she knew enough of what the Babylonians were like when they were roused.
'We can go by our own magic.

And you will tell the King it wasn't the gaoler's fault.

It was Nisroch.' 'Nisroch!' echoed the Queen.