Alice was not a bit hurt， and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment： she looked up， but it was all dark overhead； before her was another long passage， and the White Rabbit was still in sight， hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost： away went Alice like the wind， and was just in time to hear it say， as it turned a corner， “Oh my ears and whiskers， how late it’s getting！” She was close behind it when she found herself in a long， low hall， which was lit up by a row of lampshanging from the roof.
