"Oh, Heaven! How ill he is!" exclaimed the mother.

"Vereshchagin! Hasn`t he been hanged yet?" shouted Rostopchin. "Bring him to me!"

At this moment the door of the apartment flew open, and the Templar presented himself,---a ghastly figure, for his gilded armour was broken and bloody, and the plume was partly shorn away, partly burnt from his casque. "I have found thee," said he to Rebecca; "thou shalt prove I will keep my word to share weal and woe with thee---There is but one path to safety, I have cut my way through fifty dangers to point it to thee---up, and instantly follow me!"*