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The would-be assassin was taken absolutely by surprise. He was a powerful man and a most formidable antagonist, but the grip on his throat was so sudden and tenacious that he lost his head for the moment.
Gradually, gradually, Cathcart bent him back, a mist floated before his eyes, his checks grew purple. He went down in a heap on the floor, with Cathcart astride of him. When he opened his eyes again he felt the prick of a long, thin knife below the apple in his throat.