"We must bury that poor fellow," said I.
"No time," said Sapt.
"I'll do it."
"Hang you!" he grinned. "I make you a king, and - Well, do it. Go and fetch him, while I look to the horses. He can't lie very deep, but I doubt if he'll care about it."
(from The Prisoner of Zenda, by Anthony Hope)
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