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^ -W» 180R | > " •CHAPTER VI.— ,f he girl followed him into the tiny pitting room, which her presence seemed to light up like a sunbeam. She was "Vjry timid and shy with him, and her Voice trembled as she tried to appear at ease. L "JDld you have a comfortable journey iere?" demanded Ruthven. es ' thank y° u ' Mr - Ruthven. It was ather, warm in the train, but we kept e windows open." "And you like coming— to— to Lon- ' "Yes, thank you." *''"Vou must' try and look on this as fyour home 'now, you know." ftYes, thank yoUi » . /- .They had positively got no more out an this when Garrett bustled into the \Vell, Miss Margaret, hadn't you bet- tcr come upstairs and take off your hings? I'm sure you're tired." girl turned and prepared obedi- to follow her. Ruthven called the ousekeeper back. ' ; "What room did you intend Miss 'Rellly to take her meals in, Garrett?" 'Why, didn't you tell me with your wn lips that she was to take them in ahack dining room?" "''But that will be very dull for her, n't It?" pTnat's your lookout. I should say 'would be." ."The rooms are so small and close ith -the folding doors shut. It seems .pity to divide them." "What do you propose, then, Mr. fJames?" "Well, don't, you think she could dine th me and Mr. Hamilton?" -^'That's as you like, sir. She's fit to it, in my opinion." "Oh, of course, only I thought it in'ight be awkward. But, after all, eehe's a sort of adopted daughter of mine, isn't she, Garrett?" "Just so, Mr. James, and I say the parlor is the fittest place for her." ^Let it be so then until— until she leaves us again. And her bed room, Garrett, is it 'nice?" "It's as good as I can make it, sir; I can't say it's over and above much." "I must see it altered to-morrow. Go o the child now, and make her com' for table; and— and— I don't think I 1 ; shall go out to the club this evening, LGarrett. It's Miss O'Reilly's first day at home, and I should like to make her e; so get us a nice little dinner -here; will you, please?" _ "Very good, sir,"' replied Garrett, "chuckling }n her sleeve as she hurried upstairs after her .charge. She found Margaret in her own bed r room, gazing fixedly at the four-poster, "This is not your room, Miss Margaret," she said; "you are to sleep in next. It's rather small, but you won't mind that, I'm sure." : But the girl had not moved from her position. f "I remember it all now," she said presently, as she turned to the old wo- 'man and pointed to the bed, "How /you bathed me in warm water, and .put on me one of your own night- gowns, and placed me in that bed; and counldn't believe it at first. It was all , go wonderful and sti-ange._ ' OhJ how good you have be.en to me! How ,''good he has been! How good every- ; fcpdy has been! 'What was I — what bad 'l done that be should have picked mo up and made what I am? Ob! how good he is! bow very, very good!" .' Margaret! with the full tide of recollection flowing in upon her, flung be,rgelf on her knees by the bedside, .'cl burst into a flood o.f tears. ' Mrs. , Garrett was scarcely Jess ;';,. shocked at the occasion of the act than at the act herself. She thought the girl had forgotten all about those early fe t "Wfcat are yon talking of, Miss Mar- >garet? Ypu'must never allude to those |?times, my, dear. You must forget them "I w}ll Beyer forget them again, Mrs. Garrett, J will rejnembpr them 8 j} my ?jlfe,. I fcare feepn an ungratefwi girl -; t« iQFget them BO long." «'QQine ; opm§! Mr, Jam?B will npt be lP^fd 't9 hear you spe^ Hlfe »,if e ftp }u.9t told roe ypu are b r, and to be treated as such, PJ? y° u r bat ana- smooth y<mr g o aown and talk to h|jn, p, whilst j gpt ^iRJ^er ready ' ' , tc tbe sit' . raw gjje ' etui , 'He was leayf ifte \wsfa -•it "yyz, ,{•$? zy 3 ', '""+"'L ii ~~'i "'3jr'cri r "'" ~) n ~v The boy and girl did not at first fee* oghize each othef. Both had grown out of knowledge, and changed still more than they had grown. "1 beg your pardon," commenced the young man, thinking he addressed a stranger. "Are you waiting to see my uncle?" "No; I have seen him, I thank you. I am Margaret O'Reilly," she answered. "Margaret O'Reilly!" he exclaimed, "not little Peg, surely?" "Yes; I was Peg—but they call me Margaret now. But I don't remember you." "Why, I am Hamilton Shore, who began to teach you to read. Don't you remember my natural history book, with the colored pictures of animals, which you said were so .much like men and Women, and Garrett made a row because I scribbled the names of some people I knew under them." Margaret clasped her hands to the delight of recollection, whilst the crimson color rushed to her fair face. "Oh! I do—do, indeed! and you are the boy who was so kind to me? You gave me a four-penny bit the first day we met, and I have never spent it. I have it in my workbox now." "Have you really? How Jolly of you! And how you have grown—I neyer should have known you again; you are nearly as tall as I am, and you are so— so—" "SO what?" "You won't be angry with me if I say it, will you?" "How can I tell before you have said it?" "Well, then, you are so very pretty. Has no one told you so before?" "The girls used to say so," replied Margaret, blushing all over; "but then, they were fond of me, you know." "Well, you are, and no mistake, awfully pretty; and such a lady, too; who ever would have believed It? And had you quite forgotten me?" "I am afraid I had, but I don't forget you now." "And uncle, too?" "Oh, no! How could I forgot him? I remembered his face directly I saw it. It looked as kind and good as ever." "The would-be dramatists don't say he is kind when he sits upon their plays, nor the men at the Cannibal, I fancy, when one of his own had been sat upon. Have you seen his new piece, 'The Poisoned Flower?'" "No; how should I?" "Of course;" What a fool I am. But you must see it. It is first-rate. The first night it was played the whole house rose to cheer him. I never saw such a sight," "I have never been inside a theater." "How nice! Then you've got it all before you. I envy your, first sensations; mine happened so long ago that I have forgotten all about them." At this moment Ruthven re-entered the room. "Uncle!" exclaimed Hamilton, eagerly, "we must take Margaret to see 'The Poisoned^Flower,' she has never been to a play in her life." "All the better," grumbled Ruthven, "and the longer she keeps away from them the better." He had already abandoned his design of putting his protege upon the stage. CHAPTER VII. fc=sSSs=\ hat evening was ; IO Pll* h e P'easantest I u -* M a rgaret ever remembered to have spent. Both Ruthren and his nephew were so anxious to amuse and interest her, the younger man particularly so. He took all the conversation out of 1 his uncle's mouth, while he, rattled on to the girl of the wonderful things to be seen in London, and the delight he would have in showing them to her. Hamilton took so much upon himself, in fact, that Ruthven felt compelled at last to remind him that his time was not entirely his own, and that if it were, it was not the custom for young ladies to rush about London under the chaperonage of boys of nineteen. Young Shore looked rather crest-fallen at the rebuke, but his enthusiasm remained unabated. "Then you'll take her, uncle, will you net?" "Perhaps; if I have time." "Don't ypu think she will enjoy it all immensely?" "Doubtless. Ypu enjoy your music halls an$ casinos, but they are the last places in the world J wish to see "Yqu are rather ba rd on pleasure, uncl?." " "I am hard on wasted time, at a per Fto4 pf life when time is mpst precious. yet, if Margaret Ukss ,to 'visit the tbea- I s*°ul<J enjoy it He Jo,9feea at feer Bnar.klin.& esi'ftest eyes, «nj feared he sfcoujd, be nothing. w$ wiji go spwtt m ?s, go. d ° Wt JokPjWP wjjh ypup Mrs- ftwelt te pt yau yiw :/« sttecegdifig evenlnfe, and raised tneff* glasses to try and discover whd gnl might be, could have guessed She was identical with a tagged little waif picked ap from the plxlicfc couft? • ftlith- ven, himself, appeared t6 have fofget* ten it, as he parried the tnftny' quea^ tioflS that assailed him and tdok & delight ih mystifying his auditofs. Matt* lltoti Show, who had already whispered sufficient compliments itt Margaret's ear to Wake her feel pleasantly con* scions and flattered in his presence, took up a station by her side all the, evening, and fof the first part of It she was tofl touch daasled and excited to do more than look at the house,and audience in a restless, fluttered Wan* her, But when she had leisure to listen to what wad passing on the stage, she became conscious of a history being depicted there that riveted all her attention. "The Poisoned Flower" was supposed to be taken from the French, but Ruthven had twisted both characters and situations so as to suit his own convenience. The principal personages in it were an orphan and her benefactor—a mysterious benefactor, who loaded her with every good, but would never allow that he was entitled to any thanks in return. At the close of the play, when the orphan was surrounded by every soi't of trouble, her guardian was discovered to be her father, and able to help her out of them all. This drama appeared to make a great impression upon Margaret. From the moment she began to attend to the story, she became preoccupied, silent, and unlike her former bright self. Hamilton Shore could not imagine what had come over her. Half a dozen times did he try to attract her notice, or rouse her Interest, but without success. "See, Margaret! there are the Prince end Princess of Wales—just come Into the box opposite to us. That is the princess with the big bouquet in front o£ her. I wonder if uncle knows it; how pleased he will be." Margaret just lifted her eyes for a mqment, and then let them dwell upon the figures of the future king and queen of England, and then reflxed them on the stage. "Margaret, you are twice as pretty as the Princess of Wales," whispered Hamilton Shore. "You look as white as a pearl in this gas-light. I should like to call you 'Pearl,' if you don't mind. It's the meaning of your namo, you know." "I don't mind it. You may call me what you like—only don't speak to me just now, please." "What do you find so absorbing at this moment? I think this the least interesting part of the play. The old' man's speeches are long." "Pray, hush!" replied Margaret; and Hamilton, with a touch of the old sulks, retreated to the back of the box, and left her to herself for the remainder of the evening. When she returned home, and Mrs. Garrett was helping her to undress, she also observed the girl's unusual thoughtfulness. "Has the gas made your head ache, Miss Margaret? It always do with me, and that's the reason I never put my foot into a theater from year's end to year's end." "No. We always had gas at Pomona Villa, and I'm used to it," replied Margaret; "but, Mrs. Garrett, I want to ask you a question." "What is it, my dear?" "Do tell me all about my father and mother!" exclaimed the girl, with sudden impulse, as she cast her arms about the housekeeper's neck. "Lor" bless your dear heart! I've nothing to tell, for I know no more of them than the dead. I suppose they're gone, and I hope they're in heaven; but I sha'n't know them from Adam when I meet them there." (TO BE CONTINUED.) "LABBY'S" SATIRE, No Keason for "Vamlorbllt Catch" Be. lag Regarded us Pledge of Good Will? "The event," observes the Times correspondent in America, "Is regarded as one more tie between England and the United States, and one more pledge of international good will." The event in question is the marriage of the duke of Marlborough and Miss Vanderbilt, If an English barony is worth about £50,000 it is pretty clear that any one who can sell the title of duchess would be foolish not to get a good price for it. 1 doubt whether many workingmen, either in England or In America, will feel that there is one more tie between them owing to this contemplated marriage, while British mammas and their daughters will soon be clamoring for protection if all the prizes In the matrimonial market fall .to American damsels. The mania for a, title is Inherent in the Anglo-Saxon race, and it is vain to contend against it, What have we now? Peers selling a share In their titles to the daughters of those who have been successful in finance an4 can richly endow their daughters! How, with all this, the article maintains }ts social valufe surpasses my understanding. still more surprising, however, is it that % nation that regards seifrgpYernment as a thing of value should allow this hungry, greedy grew to retain ft hereditary right tp legislate for them, .But the matter is somewhat a serious one' for' tj\e United States. That country WU8t he a gr<?at loser 'by the accumulations pf its wea^tJi comjiDg across the Atlantic, TJtJes are, it Is true, not in accordanpe ^^ ^e simplicity of re? publican instltutipna; jju.t, in view pf toe heavy drain, this m,l,gbt fee over* lookej, and. tfce parents, p'£ a,ny gjrl wight be allowed tp buy her a title— say, for g?PQ,QQ,Q. Tfte puWjo would tljus be flUsd, and the of, tjje is** ¥0 MBWffiS AV1GSOS POMS Asks td tttm-ttlr 1-ttfe AtJntlSt It CeiUttf*- ThU 5tPti«tti*t> Wftg flic Motrte of the tsert n« it MUHnt-y To those not versed in ecclesiastical lore, and who have grown rusty ih French history, the proposition of the department of Vnucltise to i-emove the popes from Some and to restore them to the ancient papal pniade at Avignon is nothing less than startling, lit the hot Impossible event of the holder of the keys of St. Peter finding his position in the eternal city untenable, it has been proposed by ardeut Roman Catholics to invite the papal court to Spain or England, or even the United States, but in none of these could the vast treasures of the Vatican be fittingly housed for years while a palace was building. Avignon was forgotten. Indeed, it was scarcely remembered that the popes had ever lived elsewhere than in Rome, since the conversion of Constantino. Yet there, in tho heart of lovely Provence, a few miles from Vaucluse, where Americans go by tho thousands to pluck a lovely wreath from the garden of Petrarch, Is a vast and stately palace of the popes of tho fourteenth century. It is used now as a barracks for French soldiers, and sadly despoiled. 'But it is not a ruin; neither time nor man has marred tho magnificence of the exterior, and tho interior is capable of restoration by the expenditure of a million or so, furnished from the Vatican. To remove to this old pile would'have-much more the appearance of belng_ a voluntary act than to sock refuge' iu a land where the spiritual potentates had never been domiciled. The whole of Provence has a fascination for the tourist, the charm of landscape and tradition. The province of the Itomau empire, It Is tho fertile ffinte t8 Insist Ihe" woffef, fef he had sdteTffltil.f ptWmteed ftlt WSfft0 that he wdfild tietef ttrotfnt tt again until hfe fade Wtd Rom OWteftt . -was tte architect 1 fetH Potto .Toiin, Aftd 85 Well did lift buil that net ft line &f that fidbie extetiof Is fnatted ttt-dfty s nftef fi>e* cMtuflesv under Benedict XII', ,thd same afeut* tect built the south cud Ifi beautiful toft When Clement VI. came oft the tolie throne he built the west wing, fihd then began to fill the palace with beautiful frescoes and statues, Ulc-tto, XII. John XXIT. land of the olive and vine and the precious attar of roses. It was Nov. 14, 1300, when the first of the Avignon popes, Clement V., entered the town over St. Ben/.enet bridge, a solid structure of stone arches that spanned tho broad, brown river. Throe arches are still standing, and one of the buttresses supports a chapel. The town must have looked much as it does to-day. It. still preserves Its medieval character beneath a cracked and warped modernism that overlays it. It forms a cobweb of narrow, gloomy, winding lanes, walled 'in- and overshadowed by stone houses, "huge and tiled and tall," and filled with dim niches and recesses and angles, "recalling at first glance the open-air catacombs which pass for streets in Northern Italy. All along one sldo of tho parade ground rises a vast, gloomy building of dark gray stone, wearying the eye with -the profusion of Gothic arches, massive towers, battlements, buttresses, turrets, carved gateways and niches without end. There are narrow slits for windows and wrought iron gratings, for the place is used as a military prison as well as a barracks. It stretches for a mile in any direction and vast areas are empty or filled with army stores or refuse. In majesty and air of permanence It rivals the Roman theater at Orange- yet it served the use for which it was built scarce a hundred years. The titanic palace dwarfs and dominates the town; and without the gates Vllle- neuve stands guard like the castle of Sail Angelo frowning on the fair dome of St. Peter's. The pope resident in Avignon was glad lo take refuge In the king's for I, little as ho liked the king's favor, wnen Bertram! do Gues- cjln, freebooter, afterward constable of France, appeared at the papal palace and demanded tribute. The whole slory reads like the wildest romance. The popes had suffered many vicissitudes, and continuous residence in tho eternal city was rather tho exception to the rule. For various political reasons some six or eight out of the thirty-three from the eighth to the fourteenth century suffered exile from Koine. But Philip le Bel of Franco conceived of the jjj)an. of constructing so luxurious and cunning a prison jwlaco that the pontitt-'s would bo content to remain in exile from (tome. This beautiful Philippe de Bourbon was no submissive son of the church. Ho denied the temporal and even the spiritual power of the popes, and be- Uaved HO badly that ho was finally eX' communicated by Benedict XI,, who died so soon after that Philip's ngeucy lj\ the affair wns more than suspected. The election pf a successor was held in Franco, and while the 'college of cardinals was -Jn session tup king call* ed tl»o archbishop gf Bordeaux to Win to n. \w-qod .near St. Jean d'Augely and offered to make him pope provlde4 be would jnuHe six promises. The story runs that theso wore: His own res? turnUon tp the church, and rewoyaj of tho ban; the resignation of the French, tithes 4o the crpwn for five y§aw 9, thorough vilification «f Boniface Y the bestowal of the carflJml's Jiftt twp P? the Qolonmis, qnd, sixth, go thing which he was not theji reftfly tij divulge. The final power is supposed fc>, tJie rejnoval of tlie Pflya.1 s^e t-Q Pnpal Tlironc iu the Clithcilrttl ot Avlifrtoii. Taddeo. Gaddl, Giovanni do Milauo, Fireuze, Siilullo Aretlno and Slmone Memtni adorned the walls. Memmi did much work in the cathedral, where he painted Petrarch as St. George and Laura as the virgin. This has perished utterly, but sundry bits attributed to htm are still shown in various parts of the palace. It Is a curious complication that French kings controlled the popes iw Avignon, .although., the territory of Provence belonged to Joanne, Queen of Naples and Sicily. The story runs that Jeanne was an Italian Mary Stuart. She murdered her husband one night, and married her lover the next. Then she had to flee and took refuge In her French possessions. While there she tired of a province she never ruled, she sold Avignon to the pope for 80,000 florins and for absolution for her sins. The city actually remained in the possession of the pontiffs until the French revolution. Yet: they were exiles. In their own city and palace they longed for Rome. The treasurers grow, the palace spread, now a cathedral, now a inuspuui, now a monastery, until it far exceeded in splendor r.he papal palace In Rome. "Time and splendor did not reconcile , them. Innocent VI., built the little chapul for his-solace. Urban V., sought to escape. Gregory XI., in 1370 pined in the midst of his splendor. He was a nephew of Clement VI., educated in tho palace, and vas a friend of tho old age of Petrarch, who died four years later. Indeed, the popes of Avignon cover almost the period of Petrarch's life. He died, In 1374, and two years later Pope Greg- pry XI., headed the procession over St. Benzonct bridge and arrived in the holy city parly in 1377. Long did he hesitate. Twice ho trtttgfiiflL I eHiff KM *ni «t'Vftl§M8 * OuS to^'S j fllTtl - xol*@ ' 6x < ' W t« the' potret/fs titfaet/i tllii it 4*4 W^4it£%2 l&tkltfA. "* ' -~ Sc - JtJuTi 1C IS 'WOrtn • wuliGr Hill* ff-onlf tot «il» Avlgnoli. ,5thiB Itatefr blttffllt 6f-H City walls, brtluStl'addd AHd io^fl with gardens, Is pWfect fWrti iltte' tance; and tfieMi leertas this v*«st fti topped with doffle" and sptft* tt«d and ff fifed with, gafdefls 1 " verdtife ofeFftdwft the-low and tflcklesf ddwti we? the tlbna la tevtely. fttfi SOPtiOMOttES WHtPPJSfi, ..^ the frffefthfiieil CAttitt Uftfife ttt tllbiSt IH uottble I?tt*d6i " , , v . '•*'V • The girl students al take College, ill,, made up thele minds they AVottld Intrndtiee Some 6f th% 1 ly practices which they heard wei'e.lfi, I vogue In oui- fflastem Institutions' bt • . learning. So When u conipany of frcsli .•"'.•'sg students appeared on the scene la£t 'J| week the sophomores set out to t6te ;: 4 i'.'| the uewcomers In blankets, feed them on pop, put them to "bed, and sing .,_ them to sleep. The hour fixed upon .;>! was Saturday night, when the "fre8h» ,,-gf les" Avere on their way to bed. They '','j had nil reached one end of the hnll,. 1 '^: when twice their number of Sdpho- •mores appeared at the opposite, end which curdled the blood in the twenty freshmen's hearts. They were armed" with pillows, and they marched down on the cowering enemy, determined to capture them. But the freshmen mus« ^ tercd up spunk before the sophomores •,«-,. were, upon them, and fought for their K ,, 15 lives. In the thick of the scrimmage / • || half a dozen freshmen made a flank -:^ff movement and came down on the en- , V. emy in the rear. A panic seized the ',);«,„ sophomores, and a moment later half ^'-.^ of them were captives and were being -.ff given the treatment they had designed-'.^, for their victors. Some difficulty, Was; c'o experienced In inducing the sopho- \^ mores to swallow the canned condens-, ,*' ed milk and the songs that were sung '• I ^ i to them were not so much in the na- ,X ; -<; ture of lullabies as they might have ,,';'-,' been. The sophomores woke up on* "Yi Sunday sadder and wiser girls.—But- ' -- falo Courier. ' ' . OIirlMtlnnlzlne tlic ChlncBC, While the public prints axe full:of reports of the atrocities committed upon American missionaries in China, . the curious and sympathetic reader hoars very little of the treatment of which Chinamen are subjected, in this '• country. Last Sunday a lone Chinaman was walking peaceably up frifth street, near' Buttonwood, when a number of good-little;Sunday school boys,, came out of a neighboring churchyard -, and proceeded to persecute the "po9r . Chinee," They contented .themselves, at first with calling him names, but,. becoming emboldened by the peaceful appearance of their victim,, they re- ' sorted to the use of. sticks and > stones: These they threw at him in a perfect' shower, following him for several' squares. One or two of the missiles struck the victim in the face, but,he Citthcilra! niul Polaee of the Popes, Avignon. thought the time had come, but he procrastinated. Ho dearly loved the luxury of this splendid palace. It would be dlitlcult to transport the treasures and sacred relics over the Alps, Then .there happened a marvelous thliife'. Twice has France been rescued by a simple peasant woman; once temporarily, once spiritually. Early in tho year 1370 a beautiful Italian girl calling herself Catherine of Sleiia arrived at Avignon—ft fragile country girl, daughter of a dyer, She was wow with fastings and prayer, and was a dreamer and seer of visions, Her power in Italy was .wonderful, and tho Florentines, who were under n ban, besought her to bring the pope back to tho holy city to dwell among hl« special people. With.her first word Gregory XI,, accomplished prelate and courtier, was smitten with remorse, She preached in his private chupol. sho prayed she exhorted, and she WQ.U nil hearts. Riding iH'sido iho pontiff she led him back to Ktmid, followed by a. splendid made no effort to avenge himself upon x-j his persecutors, A Seventh district',,'^ . policeman finally came along and ,, I'M scared the boys away.—Philadelphia " V. 5 M, Record, ' , ^m YontUful InaiHoretlon. , , : ,,,. It is related of Hamlln Garlan^, the .f,^| apostle of realism, that upon one ocea- ' y/" 1 slon while lie was dining with distin-v -..^ guislied ft-iend^s in Washington he was.- '"Yj e asked whether he was an admirer of'',,-.|| Charles pickens' works, To this Mr, Garland made answer; ; , "When I was a boy pjn.e yeors Qi4 1 / v once mid three, pages, in one-pf Mr.^'cS" Dickens' novels—I forget which novel "" ItWrtB," . . , ., n Upon hearing ttyls answer' apptUer m* guest at.the table remarked -that'. My, -"'iS Garland's, experletncp reminded, him' pf!.-, *M ji'story tojd.of Beau Brammell, .• Jt ' "' seems that being once at; an ostentftt tious feast with a noble epmiwy tbe, - m Beau was asked by one wh,p ; nptiee^ / jxP that WB beaushjp ^leollued , certain •-,. dishes: ' '' r ,.? - '^ '.'And, is }t possible, §Uv thft never ewt vegetable?" <^ v "Sir," replied. BeQH,«r«rompli{ jrU»^ pondes,cenai»g gw^owsnesa, Vflft- flp» v H%, weasloji wliPH, I was p, oliild, Q? nm'.l^H ate a P ei.i,"-^pjueago l liieoprfl, " 'VT *Vd| • • * .•»>« , . money has been &jt' jvj»Qi|*lij a^t«ai,4 ' ' fJ«J^5 .capitalist Qf.tbe;»Jir9n|||| r ^ ; ev to/wtftoyMato^^mM i lotl in this;- Hft'lonrta,fl?S1.ftftft nnfnWjK It must «P mnowUerefl Uiat f \va^ uiipp^'Wy coi'i'UPt. Tllp rule o| tjje mUU'Uo «gos was «,ot i« foyco, am), IhP churpU >Y»? tjifl pawer of uu.scyupuipus -CHejnput V, was Plepte4-at 18,0^. ayd four years' al'tw rpflo

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