There we stood.
A moment later and we were whirling up as we had whirled down.

I suppose that Yva came with us though I never saw her do so, and the odd thing was that when we arrived in the sepulchre, she seemed already to be standing there waiting to direct us.
"Really," remarked Bastin, "this is exactly like Maskelyne and Cook.

Did you ever see their performance, Bickley?
If so, it must have given you lots to explain for quite a long while." "Jugglery never appealed to me, whether in London or in Orofena," replied Bickley in a sour voice as he extracted from his pocket an end of candle to which he set light.
"What is jugglery ?" asked Bastin, and they departed arguing, leaving me alone with Yva in the sepulchre.
"What have I seen ?" I asked her.
"I do not know, Humphrey.

Everyone sees different things, but perhaps something of the truth." "I hope not, Yva, for amongst other things I seemed to see you swear yourself to a man for ever." "Yes, and this I did.

What of it ?" "Only that it might be hard for another man." "Yes, for another man it might be hard.