The blood was seen to spout from the limbs of the unhappy man, whose face was no longer that of a man but of a demon.
"Ah, heaven!" he cried; "I will speak, I will tell all.

Ah! cursed duch--" The voice had been heard above everything, but suddenly it ceased.
"Stop, stop," cried Catherine, "let him speak." But it was too late; the head of Salcede fell helplessly on one side, he glanced once more to where he had seen the page, and then expired.
Tanchon gave some rapid orders to his archers, who plunged into the crowd in the direction indicated by Salcede's glance.
"I am discovered!" said the page to Ernanton.

"For pity's sake, aid me! they come, they come!" "What do you want ?" "To fly! Do you not see that it is me they want ?" "But who are you, then ?" "A woman.

Oh, save me! protect me!" Ernanton turned pale; but generosity triumphed over fear.

He placed his protegee before him, opened a path with blows, and pushed her toward the corner of the Rue du Mouton, toward an open door.