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When again I opened my eyes it was to find a lamp being held close to my face, and a man who apparently possessed a knowledge of surgery -- a political exile from Moscow, who had been a doctor, I afterwards discovered -- was carefully bathing my wound.
Beside him stood two Cossacks and the chief of police himself. All were greatly agitated that an attack should have been made upon a man who was guest to His Imperial Majesty, their Master.