while blanche, trembling, and nearly fainting, was supplicating for release, she heard amid the tumult, that approached, the voice of st.
foix, and she had scarcely renewed her shriek, when the door of the room was thrown open, and he appeared, much disfigured with blood, and pursued by several ruffians.blanche neither saw, or heard any more; her head swam, her sight failed, and she became senseless in the arms of the robber, who had detained her.
when she recovered, she perceived, by the gloomy light, that trembled round her, that she was in the same chamber, but neither the count, st.foix, or any other person appeared, and she continued, for some time, entirely still, and nearly in a state of stupefaction.but, the dreadful images of the past returning, she endeavoured to raise herself, that she might seek her friends, when a sullen groan, at a little distance, reminded her of st.foix, and of the condition, in which she had seen him enter this room; then, starting from the floor, by a sudden effort of horror, she advanced to the place whence the sound had proceeded, where a body was lying stretched upon the pavement, and where, by the glimmering light of a lamp, she discovered the pale and disfigured countenance of st.foix.her horrors, at that moment, may be easily imagined.he was speechless;his eyes were half closed, and, on the hand, which she grasped in the agony of despair, cold damps had settled.while she vainly repeated his name, and called for assistance, steps approached, and a person entered the chamber, who, she soon perceived, was not the count, her father; but, what was her astonishment, when, supplicating him to give his assistance to st.foix, she discovered ludovico! he scarcely paused to recognise her, but immediately bound up the wounds of the chevalier, and, perceiving, that he had fainted probably from loss of blood, ran for water; but he had been absent only a few moments, when blanche heard other steps approaching, and, while she was almost frantic with apprehension of the ruffians, the light of a torch flashed upon the walls, and then count de villefort appeared, with an affrighted countenance, and breathless with impatience, calling upon his daughter.at the sound of his voice, she rose, and ran to his arms, while he, letting fall the bloody sword he held, pressed her to his bosom in a transport of gratitude and joy, and then hastily enquired for st.foix, who now gave some signs of life.