Quickened by the need there was, her limbs, which awhile ago had seemed on the point of refusing their office, appeared to gather more than ordinary strength.

She was unconsciously sobbing in her passionate anxiety to render him what help was possible.

Frenziedly she caught at the heavy oaken table, and began to drag it across the room as Garnache had begged her.

And now, Fortunio seeing what was toward, and guessing Garnache's intentions, sought by a rush to force his way into the Chamber.

But Garnache was ready for him.