"
At his uttering these words Nouronihar, unable to support any longer the
conflict of her passions, sank down in a swoon. Vathek, both terrified
for her life and furious at an opposition to his will, bade Fakreddin
assist his daughter, and withdrew, darting his terrible look at the
unfortunate Emir, who suddenly fell backward, bathed in a sweat cold as
the damp of death.
Gulchenrouz, who had escaped from the hands of Bababalouk, and was that
instant returned, called out for help as loudly as he could, not having
strength to afford it himself. Pale and panting, the poor child
attempted to revive Nouronihar by caresses; and it happened that the
thrilling warmth of his lips restored her to life. Fakreddin beginning
also to recover from the look of the Caliph, with difficulty tottered to
a seat, and after warily casting round his eye to see if this dangerous
prince was gone, sent for Shaban and Sutlememe, and said to them apart:
"My friends! violent evils require as violent remedies; the Caliph has
brought desolation and horror into my family, and how shall we resist his
power? another of his looks will send me to my grave.
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