[_The
lightning
again flashes out, and clearly shows the
pale face and closed eyes of the girl.
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(_He
pulls at the door, but it will not open_.)
Who have they put in the sack?
[_He returns to it._
Some innocent wayfarer? I must see.
[_He tears open the sack, and peers into it._
It is too dark (_wildly_). Has no one got a light?
[_As he is dragging the body out of the sack the lightning
irradiates it._
My daughter! God! My daughter! No, Blanche, no!
I sent you to Evreux. It is not her.
[_The
lightning
again flashes out, and clearly shows the
pale face and closed eyes of the girl.
_
Speak, for the love of God! Speak! Oh, the blood!
Blanche, are you hurt? Speak to me! Blanche!
BLANCHE (_opening her eyes_): Where am I? Father!
[_She tries to rise, but falls back groaning._ TRIBOULET
_takes her in his arms._
TRIBOULET: Blanche, have they struck you?
It is too dark to see.
BLANCHE (_in a broken, gasping voice_):
The dagger struck me ...
