ister hurried away, and Paula remained the eyewitness of a fearful
struggle. The physician had twisted his ancles round those of the
stalwart Persian, and putting forth a degree of strength which could
hardly have been looked for in a stooping student, tall and large-boned
as he was, he wrenched the Persian's hands from his hips, pressed his
fingers between those of Rustem, forced him back on to his pillows, set
his knees against the brazen frame of the couch, and so effectually held
him down that he could not sit up again. Rustem exerted every muscle
to shake off his opponent; but the leech was the stronger, for the
Masdakite was weakened by fever and loss of blood. Paula watched this
contest between intelligent force and the animal strength of a raving
giant with a beating heart, trembling in every limb. She could not help
her friend, but she followed his every movement as she stood at the head
of the bed; and as he held down the powerful creature before whom her
frail uncle had cowered in abject terror, she could not help admiring
his manly beauty; for his eyes sparkled with unwonted fire, and the mean
chin seemed to lengthen with the frightful effort he was putting forth,
and so to be brought into proportion with his wide forehead and the rest
of his features. Her spirit quaked for him; she fancied she could
see something great and heroic in the man, in whom she had hitherto
discovered no merit but his superior intellect.

The struggle had lasted some minutes before Philip felt the man's arms
grow limp, and he called to Paula to bring him a sheet--a rope--what
not--to bind the raving man. She flew into the next room, quite
collected; fetched her handkerchief, snatched off the silken girdle that
bound her waist, rushed back and helped the leech to tie the maniac's
hands. She understood her friend's least word, or a movement of his
finger; and when the slaves whom the nun had fetched came into the room,
they found Rustem with his hands firmly bound, and had only to
prevent him from leaping out of bed or throwing himself over the edge.
Philippus, quite out of breath, explained to the slaves how they were
to act, and when he opened his medicine-chest Paula noticed that his
swollen, purple fingers were trembling. She took out the phial to which
he pointed, mixed the draught according to his orders, and was not
afraid to pour it between the teeth of the raving man, forcing them open
with the help of the slaves.

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