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The Prisoner of Zenda

CHAPTER 4
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We got into a first-class carriage, and Sapt, leaning back on the cushions, went on with his lesson.

I looked at my watch--the King's watch it was, of course.

It was just eight.
"I wonder if they've gone to look for us," I said.
"I hope they won't find the King," said Fritz nervously, and this time it was Sapt who shrugged his shoulders.
The train travelled well, and at half-past nine, looking out of the window, I saw the towers and spires of a great city.
"Your capital, my liege," grinned old Sapt, with a wave of his hand, and, leaning forward, he laid his finger on my pulse.

"A little too quick," said he, in his grumbling tone.
"I'm not made of stone!" I exclaimed.
"You'll do," said he, with a nod.

"We must say Fritz here has caught the ague.


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