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The serjeant on the right confirmed his words.
"Judicium pro frodmortell, quod homines credendi sint per suum ya et
per suum no. Charter of King Adelstan, volume the first, page one
hundred and sixty-three."
There was a moment's pause; then the sheriff bent his stern face towards
the prisoner.
"Man, who art lying there on the ground--"
He paused.
"Man," he cried, "do you hear me?"
The man did not move.
"In the name of the law," said the sheriff, "open your eyes."
The man's lids remained closed.
The sheriff turned to the doctor, who was standing on his left.
"
Doctor, give your diagnostic."
"Probe, da diagnosticum," said the serjeant.
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