[The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope]@TWC D-Link bookThe Prisoner of Zenda CHAPTER 4 12/14
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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