Why wilt thou slay me ?' And so I struggled and plunged, deeper and deeper, and went down into a living black tomb.

I was alone there, with no power to stir or think; alone with myself; beyond the reach of all human fellowship; beyond Christ's reach, I thought, in my nightmare.

You, who are brave and bright and strong, can have no idea of that agony.

Pray to God you never may.

Pray as for your life." Arthur stopped--from exhaustion, Tom thought; but what between his fear lest Arthur should hurt himself, his awe, and his longing for him to go on, he couldn't ask, or stir to help him.
Presently he went on, but quite calm and slow.