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The Prisoner of Zenda

CHAPTER 4
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Sapt, the disrespectful old dog, kicked him sharply.

He did not stir, nor was there any break in his breathing.

I saw that his face and head were wet with water, as were mine.
"We've spent half an hour on him," said Fritz.
"He drank three times what either of you did," growled Sapt.
I knelt down and felt his pulse.

It was alarmingly languid and slow.

We three looked at one another.
"Was it drugged--that last bottle ?" I asked in a whisper.
"I don't know," said Sapt.
"We must get a doctor." "There's none within ten miles, and a thousand doctors wouldn't take him to Strelsau today.


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