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 turned the corner
• but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen
• she found herself in a long, low hall
• which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.