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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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rang out from his foaming mouth. He made a
violent effort to spring out of bed and nearly
knocked me down, as I tried to hold him back.
His arms, strong as the paws of a bear, closed
on me in a clasp, holding me tight as in a vice. I
felt the foul breath from his foaming mouth
close to mine and the poisonous saliva dripping
down my face. I gripped at his throat, the
bandage slipped off his ghastly wound and as I
drew back my hands from his snapping jaws, they
were red with blood. A convulsive trembling
passed over his whole body, his arms relaxed
their grasp and fell back inert at his side. I
staggered to the door in search of the strongest
disinfectant I could get hold of. In the corridor
sat Sœur Marthe, drinking her afternoon coffee.
She looked at me terrified and I gulped down her
cup of coffee just as I was going to faint. By God’s
mercy there was not a scratch on my face nor hands.
Sœur Marthe was a great friend of mine. She kept
her word; so far as I know, the secret never leaked
out. I had good reason to keep it secret, strict
orders had been given not to approach any of
these men unless it was absolutely necessary and
if so, only with the hands protected by thick
gloves. I told it later to the Professor himself,
he was quite rightly very angry with me, but he
had a sneaking weakness for me and he soon
forgave me, as he had so often done before for many
shortcomings.

“Sacré Suédois,” he muttered, “tu es aussi
enragé que le moujik!” In the evening the
moujik, tied hand and foot to the iron bars of the
bed, was carried to a separate pavilion isolated

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