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THE PRISONER OF ZENDA
I bowed my head to meet my hands, and crushed the rose between my fingers and my lips.
I felt his hand on my shoulder, and his voice sounded husky is he whispered low in my ear:
"Before God, you're the finest Elphberg of them all. But I have eaten of the king's bread, and I am the king's servant. Come, we will go to Zenda!"
And I looked up and caught him by the hand. And the eyes of both of us were wet.
