Suddenly Julia called out to him in a tone of anguish: "Monsieur! monsieur! please, oh! please--my head is whirling!" He walked rapidly back a few steps at the risk of tumbling down, and, grasping her hand energetically: "Come! come!" he said, with a smile, "what is the matter ?--a brave person like you!" "It would require wings!" she said, faintly.
Lucan began at once to climb the path again, supporting and almost dragging Julia, who had nearly fainted.
He had at last the gratification of setting his foot upon a projection of the ground, a sort of narrow esplanade jutting from the rock.

He succeeded in drawing Julia upon it.

But she sank at once in his arms, and her head rested upon his chest.

He could hear her arteries and her heart throbbing with frightful force.

Then, gradually, her agitation subsided.