"I am subject to fits of giddiness, and one came over me as I stood there looking down.

I felt the ground sway, and remember no more.

I am very sorry to give you tall this trouble, but indeed I fear that I cannot walk." "We will send you down a cart," I declared.

"You will have rather a rough drive across the grass, but there is no other way." "You are very kind," he declared.

"I am in despair at my clumsiness." I gave him my box of cigarettes.