He recoiled and leant against a pillar, quaking from head to foot, and covering his face with his hands; and Nance had time to run round by the stair and rejoin him where he stood before he had changed a line of his position.
'Ah!' he cried, and clutched her wrist; 'don't leave me.

The place rocks; I have no head for altitudes.' 'Sit down against that pillar,' said Nance.

'Don't you be afraid; I won't leave you, and don't look up or down: look straight at me.

How white you are!' 'The gulf,' he said, and closed his eyes again and shuddered.
'Why,' said Nance, 'what a poor climber you must be! That was where my cousin Dick used to get out of the castle after Uncle Jonathan had shut the gate.

I've been down there myself with him helping me.