But he wasn't in the room beneath, where I thought I should find him.

The priests were there instead, and they had heard us talking above, and you know the rest.
Well, as it happens, it didn't matter, though that descent into the den of lions--there were two or three hundred feet of it, and the rope seemed worn uncommonly thin with use--was a trying business to the nerves." "What did you think about all the time ?" asked Oliver curiously.
"Think about?
I didn't think much, was in too great a fright.

I just wondered whether St.Paul had the same sensations when he was let down in a basket; wondered what the early Christian martyrs felt like in the arena; wondered whether Barung, with whom my parting was quite affectionate, would come in the morning and look for me as Darius did for Daniel and how much he would find if he did; hoped that my specs would give one of those brutes appendicitis, and so forth.

My word! it was sickening, especially that kind of school-treat swing and bump at the end.

I never could bear swinging.