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THE DAHY BUIiLim
MY MAURI AUK.
BY TIIK At'THOK OK PKN ri.OPK," KTC.
"Horns, bonis, it homel
There'i no place like home!"
I ling It mournfully, my hf si t rt linhiR
the truth of every word. A man with an
organ and a monkey was crlmllng It out
with untiring energy for an hour this
morning undvr the window of our lodg
ings, and I cried reully tried from the
recollections ''nweet home" evoked.
Three hour later the word und music
still rung In my head, and I sing the re.
fraln over and over again, more to myself
than to anybody else by "anybody elw" I
mean that other figure seated beside me in
the glowing afternoon sunshine. I do
not care If he hears me, It it were not for
him, the old home that awakens such ten
der memories would be mine still.
Only three weeks married, and 1 am
beurUick and home-sick already. It i a
yearning, aching home-sickness, which
makes me, the three-weeksld bride, long
with an unutterable longing to speed with
flying foet down the purple mountain-side,
straight to the railway station, and got
me away to the dear uome.ncst again.
I look around and see the world huthed
In the golden shimmering sunshine which
turns the purple heather crimson and lays
amber streaks on the calm, calm sea lying
vast and still beneath the azure blue.
Down upon the yellow strip of beach
there Is not even a fringe of creamy foam.
The water meets the shore In a long silent
kiss, the bouts out in the buy are not mnv
(n, but lying ln-c.lm, with tne sun on
their red . By and by at sunset per.
haps a breeze may spring up, and conie
murmuring over the placid deep; and the
red sails will till, and with a little ripple
and rush the boats will sail away In the
A Iter contemplating the mountain-peuks,
the heather, and the fishing-bouts, I hum
"Sweet Home" again, and turn my eyes
upon the figure sitting about half a yard
below me, sketching industriously the
strip of beach, the juttirg rock beyond,
and a fishing boat high and dry on the
This is my husband; and I look at him
again with critical eyes. He is a long
"loose-limbed" individual, clad in blue
serge, w ith a rugged, Irregular face, a re.
markably good nose, light brown wavy
hair, and a short beard of the same color.
He is forty and I am twenty-one. His hair
will be gray when I shall be quite young
in, say, ten years. There is not a trace
of a white hair in bis thick clustering locks
With a careful masterly hand, he In put
ting the finishing touches to the fishing
boat, but pauses suddenly as my thoughts
put themselves into words at last words
spoken desperately, with a ring of re
proach that makes them very emphatic.
"Humphrey, why did you marry me?"
He turns round slowly and lifts his eyes
to mine. They are very ordinary-looking,
pleasant gray eyes, nothing more. There
is the suspicion of a smile about his mouth
as he speaks,
"Why did I marry you, Madgie? What
an odd question ! What if I should answer
it Irish fasliiou by another. "Why did you
I crimson warmly ; but there are no tears
In my reproachful indignant eyes.
"I supjMwc because you asked me,"
The answer la lame and evasive.
Humphrey still looks at mo from the
grass, leaning upon his elbow, with his chin
resting upon his open palm.
"Because I asked yon! Well, unless it
were leap-year, we could not have been
nmrriod without. Had you HO Other I Oil-
son. Madgie" '
"Do you wish me to tell the truth.1'" I
ask, looking straight Info his face. "He
cause I think Humphrey, I should be hap
pier if we came to some sort of an under
"What is coming?" he asked with his
gray eyes full of laughter.
"Don't laugh. I am in earnest." And
he .becomes grave and earnest too.
"Why did I marry you, Madgie? You
speak as if I had done you a wrong," he
says, with grave gentleness a strong con.
trast to my passionate explanation.
"So you have Humphrey. Of course you
did not mean it; but, if if I had never
seen you, I should have been happy and at
home now amongst them all."
My husband raises his eyebrows.
"My dear child, what do you mean?"
"T don't know. I can't explain. Hut I
long every hour and every minute of the
day to be at home."
lie draws himself a little nearer.
"Did they force you to marry me against
There Is a tremor in his voice, but I steel
my heart, and go on.
"No, they did not lock me up, or feed
me upon bread and water, or do anything
of that kind; but you see there were so
many of us, and mamma said you wanted
a wife, because you had come in for your
uncle's property; and she said you fancied
"I take no heed of Interruption, and cot).
"And I thought If even one of us six
girls were married it would be something,
and a help to them all; and so I said
"You poor child!" Humphrey whispers
softly, "llut why did you not tell me this
There is an implied reproach in his
tone, and I look down crimson and shame,
"Kecause I thought you would give 1110
up; and" a little Citteriy "it Isnotev.
cry day tlie curate's daughter marries a
man with ten thousand a year."
He winces a little at the scorn in my
words; but his voice Is as gentle as ever.
"I don't think I could have given you
tip," he says. "I knew that you did not
love me, Madgie; but I thought flic love
would come In time and I think so still."
"It never will !" I exclaim with passion,
ate vehemence "I never wanted to be
married at all. All the others used to
talk of husbands turning up Nome day,
but I uever did; and, even if, I ever
thought of one, it was somebody quite dif
"From me?" Humphrey says, with a lit
tle smile. "Ami what does my ladyob.
Ject to In her lord?" he asks, leaning back
tile sky KrU"1 herther Bnd lwkln UP ttt
wiufiilf!:',," my Bn"w !
Willi willnl bitterness. You are ton
tall, and 1 always liked dark men a.T
besides, you are too h,
Ai finish my category he laugln. out.
"Too tall, too fair, loo rich, and a beard
Ob, Madgie, you are laughing now !"
"I was never farther front laughter," I
answer disconsolately. "Humphrey must
you and I live all our lives together? h,
why did you fix upon me when any one else
would have done as well?"
Humphrey sits up suddenly.
"Listen, Madgie. 1 wanted a wife, not
because I came into a fortune unexpected
ly, but because I saw and loved the only
wnmitn who could llll the placo of my w He,
Darling, can't you understand that 1 love
His voice is very earnest; but I cannot
forgive him for stealing mo from llic dear
"I don't know what you can sec in me,"
I remark, looking down at a sprig of lieu,
tlier I am slowly pulling to pieces.
"Shall I fell you?" Humphrey says. "I
see a lassie's wilful face, sweet und dun
pled. She Is a very nut-brown maid; for
her hair is brown, and her skin Is brown.
She has a proud sweet mouth, which can
smile when my lady wills; her color conies
and goes; and I see long silky lushes lying
on her cheeks. Slin will lift them present
ly and look at me with her violet eyes,
soft, merry, defiant often, cross and sad
sometimes; but the look that I long for has
never come into them yet."
"And it never will," I say, lifting the
eyes in question, and looking straight for
one second into his. "1 wish I was not
pretty, Humphrey. Hut why did you not
marry Lena? ho is much bettcr-looklng
than I am."
"Lena has a doll's face, with no life in
it. There is more life and lire In one look
of yours than Lena could call up in a
I lay both hands upon his shoulder Mid
denly. "Humphrey, I will try to be a good wile
to you !"
A very strange look comes Into my bus.
band's face at my last remark. The
thoughts of both of us fly back to the mar.
"Love, honor, and obey," he says, hall
grave, half smiling. "Madgie, how did
those proud truthful lips bring themselves
to su.v those woelr
"Humphrey, I did not quite say It. I
said to myself, If it be possible, I will
love, honor, and obey;' and" looking up
into his face "I do not think there Is airy
barm in that."
"'If it be possible,'" he repeats.
"What do you think yourself, little wife?"
But I am one of those w ho, when great
ly moved, laugh the feeling off; so I an-
swer with a saucy smile
"rossibts-, but improbable"
"Come," Humphrey says, rising to his
feet at last, and holding out his hand to
pull me up. "It is six o'clock, Madgie,
and I feel Inclined for dinner don't you?"
"They will be just going to tea at home,"
I answer, disdaining to take his hand, and
raising myself from the heather, to stand
slight and straight by my tall angular bus.
band. I reach to within three Inches of
his shoulder and I am not short, but about
the medium height.
"Doyou wish you wercgoingto tea too?"
he usks collecting his sketch-book and pen
cils. "Oh, I don't mind!" is my untruthful
For my thoughts are flying to the busy
crowded tea-table at home; I see the bright
familiar faces around, and hear the noiso
and laughter. The very discomforts seem
positive happiness. I am sick and weary
of bring petted and made much of. Hon
estly, I have never cared for compliments
or for men's society, and I look upon it as
a positive misfortune that I should have
been blessed cursed, 1 think in the bitter
ness of my hearts with a pretty face.
Its beauty never troubled me much at
home. Amongst my brothers and sisters,
it did not much signify that I was tho
flower of the flock. 1 never gave heed to
the fact that my eyes were of a deeper bluo
and my eyelashes longer than those of tho
others, and that my features were the best
In the family. All these good things con
cerned me little, till Humphrey Carstairs
fell in love with me after three weeks' uo
One day my father and mother told mo
ito wanted to-mnrry rocr n, Mtliowgli my?
heart was rcrfdy to break, 1 gave In. Not
one soul at home knew or dreamed of the
wrench to my heart-strings when, palo and
cold, I smiled beneath the wreath of or-ange-blossoms
; and I never shed one tear
when I kissed them all and said good-bye,
but went away of my own free will.
Aow, every day, every hour, 1 literally
yearn and pine for one day even of the old
home-life, the busy happy life, where, if
we were poor, we never felt the poverty
because of the love that smoothed away
the difficulties. I long for the sound of
the clear young voices, and yearn to be.
amongst my merry happy brothers and sis.
ters; aiKtve all, 1 long for my sccoiul seir,
my favorite sister Hee, the hoyden and
romp at liomc dear, wild, impetuous lice,
oh for the sound of her ringing laugh,
the sight of her madcap lace! It is no
good wishing; I can never, never bo the
same again. I have dropped out of the
old life and begun a new existence, and
I am miserable, absolutely miserable.
Humphrey cannot make up for all I have
lost. His society gives me no pleasure. I
wish that he did not care for me. so much,
or, still better, that lie would not expect
me to care for him. It is quite an Inipos.
albility for me to give him the whole of my
affection. It is easy toimderstand a great
and absorbing love for one's own family ;
but all at once to transfer one's whole af
fection to a roan, and ho a comparative
stranger seems incredible. Komantic lit
erature was tabooed in our house; so that,
excepting an occasional yellow-backed nov
el smuggled in by Jack and stowed away
like contraband goods, the love passages
fhat adorn the literature of the day aro un
known to me.
Humphrey holds my hand and steadies
my steps as we descend the hill-side and
finally come down to tho beach, and then
bo lift my hand and lay it upon his arm.
In this fashion we walk along side by side
towards the rows of white houses standing
out against the blue sky.
And this mode of progression is another
thing that I object to strongly in my mar.
rled life. I am far more sure-footed and
active than my husband, and yet he must
be perpetually guiding my steps, or gently
insisting on our walking arm inarm. It
is perfectly absurd I I like untramelled
liberty of action. If I take away my hand
and hurry off by myself, Humphrey looks
hurt; and so I submit to his laying his
other hand over mine lying on his arm, and
holding it in a close warm clasp. It seems
so strange that any ono should euro to ca
ress my scratched sunburnt hands; why,
even Bee and I, who love each other better
than any thing else in the wide world nev
er lavish kissed and caresses 1 I am con.
vinced we should each think the other mad
if we bestowed any but the orthodox birth,
day kiss or Christmas greeting. The chief
charm of home-life is the absolute freedom
of one's affection ; und I feel half fright.
enea when my husband holds mo in bis
arms and strains me tightly to him and
kisses mo many timet a day. I never make
any demonstration ; once at bis earnest re
quest, i laid light fleeting kiss on his fore.
ncaa, ana wondered why ho valued that
one touch of my Hps so much.
"How lovely the sea looks to-night!"
Humphrey remarks. "Would you llko to
K on the watcr after dlnncr Madgie?"
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DAILY CAIRO BULLETIN: SUNDAY MORNING,
"Humphrey, will yon teach me to row,"
I ask looking up Into his face.
"If you like; but won't it blister thoso
little hands?" turning my palm upward
with a touch as if he were handling a rose
leaf. Nonsense; I will learn to row t"
"Very well; you shall have your first
lesson to-night," he says in his low, quiet
voice, his eyes upon my fuoo. "I like your
hair that way, darling."
"That way" means a short tanglo upon
my forehead a pleco of vunlty I have been
guilty of since my marriage.
"I wonder If they will like my fringe ut
home?" I say anxiously.
"I like it; so it does not matter who
does not," smiles Humphrey.
1 grow grave at once. It will be so all
my life. What he likes will be tho thing,
not what would please the others at home.
"If mammu and Hee don't like my hair
cut on my forehead, I shall let It grow
again," I say with a detlant look that plain
ly challenges contradiction.
Hut Humphrey glide off on to a safer
"The mackerel are In. Would you caro
to go fishing to-morrow morning?"
Fishing recalls tender memories of home,
scenes, and my exertions to land the
speckled trout or lure him from his cool
retreat; but I bite my lips to steady a qui v
er, and answer gaily
"Oh, yes! It will be something to do."
"Does time hang so heavily on your
hands?" Ills voice Is very gentle; but he
ends with a sigh and I am srry.
"It's not your fault, Humphrey; you
know that I have not got Into the way of
my new life yet."
Humphrey strokes my hand In silence
for a few moments.
"Do vou know," he says ut last "that I
feel as if I had stolen a Mil In bird out or a
"Anil clipped its wings and put it in a
cage," 1 answer finishing the metaphor.
"llut even stolen birds get happy after a
time, Humphrey: it is only at first they
beat their wings."
"And you will get happy, Madgie you
will make my home yours, and love it somo
day?" And ho bends his eager question,
iug face down to mine.
llut all I have lost, all I have given up,
comes back tome with a rush; and I cry
out with quick sharp pain
"No, uo; don't make me think I could
ever care for uny other home I"
A few moments later I laugh to hide my
tears, and say
"Humphrey, I will race you home."
Wit hout waiting for an answer, I am off,
speeding with flying feet along tho golden
sands, my sailor hat on tlie back of head,
my behavior that of a very school-girl.
The inhabitants of the spot in tho heart of
the tuwering mountains are too quiet and
unsophisticated to stare ut me as 1 come
racing to my own door. I fly up stairs,
sob wildly for ahout two minutes, and am
bathing my flushed face when I hear my
husband's loot, upon tho stairs.
"What a child you are!" he says, laugh
ing. And then we go down to dinner, and sit
with the widow open, tlie lace curtains
la.ily Happing found fro, and the blue, blue
I am getting very tired of these tcte-a-fete
repasts mid flic terrible interest Hum
phrey takes in every tiling I eat. His eyes
always seem to be fixed on my face in a
kind of rapturous admiration,
"Wliatu pretty color you have after your
race!" he says.
Don't!" 1 answer, frowning, "if you
stare at me, Humphrey, I cannot cat."
Hut he thinks lam joking, while I was
never in more sober earnest.
"Do women ever love their husbands?"
I ask gravely, busy over a bunch of purple
grapes the finest in the dish which
Humphrey has been carefully picking out
fur mrt. ' , i
"What, Madgie?" he cries, peeping
round the vase of Howe rs to look at my
"I mean is it possible?"
"Is what possible?" his eyebrows up
lifted with their puzzled expression.
"For a woman to care for any man tlie
way she has loved all her own people at
The. sud look that so often rests in his
eyes overshadows them now as he an
swots "You are talking of your own case,
Madgie; but 1 can tell of a woman' love
no deep und strong that she counted it no
sacrifice to give up home and people for her
His voice Is dreadfully earnest, so I laugh
uneasily and look away between the wav
ing lace curtains out at tho sea.
"Hut people can get on very well with
out ull that, can't they, Humphrey?"
"I suppose they have to do so sometimes,"
he answers in a low voice, "when the love
is all on one side."
"You are talking of your own case
now," I say, quoting his own word
"Humphrey, I think I pity you almost as
much as myself." And then I jump up.
"Are, we going to the water to-night? I soo
ever so many boats out."
"Come," he says getting up too.
Presently we bio walking side by side
down to the beach, Humphrey laden with
shawls. A strange heterogeneous set seem
to have turned out to enjoy tho glorious
sunset. I wonder where they have all
There is an old gentleman in front of us,
with green spectacles and goloshes.toddling
along the sandy road in company with a
stout elderly lady, his wife perhaps.
As we pass she says something; and the
old man who is apparently deaf ejaculates,
She raises her voice,
"I said they were bride and bridegroom!"
she shouts Into bis ear. " "
He favors us with a stare.
"Poor fools I" is ull he vouchsafes to re
mark. 1 laugh at my husband and say '
"Did you hear that Humphrey?"
"Yes," is his answer, but he docs not
look ul together pleased.
Then a young man comes sauntering
towards us with a slight well-built figure,
a handsome face, dark eyes, and a small,
dark moustache, ho is arrayed in the light
est of gray tweed suits, and has a cigar be
tween his lips, which lie takes away as he
walks slowly past. For a second our eyes
meet, then I look uway, und when he is
fairly out of ear-shot 1 say to Humphrey
"Did you see that man?"
"That young fellow who passed just
"Yes. Now that is my ideal of a hand
some man. 1 wonder who ho ls?7
1 am sure it does not signify," Humphrey
"Of course not," I answer. "But when
ever I see strangers nice looking Strang
ers, I mean I always llko to know who
We have now reached tho beach, and two
fishermen aro running a cockle-shell of a
boat down to the water's edge.
Is that our boat, Humphrey?"
"Yes. Here give mu your hand -take
I perilously pick my way towards tho
stem, mid seat myself with a reckless dls
regard to my equilibrium, Humphrey fob
lows ho looks too large for the boat, and
his legs seem In the way; but we are
packed In comfortably at last, the boat H
pushed off, and Humphry pulls with long
steady strokes out toward the Mood-red
"Arc you ploHsod,darllng?" heasks bend
ing forward with the old look of adoration
on bis face; and I sigh.
"It I very pleasant, Humphrey," (
answer In a Low voice, looking away sud
denly. A mist has come between inn and the
bright sun, and there is a choking lump in
my throat. The weary homesickness re.
turns with a rush, and I long with a great
unspeakable longing to be what I wa three
months ago a child in the old home-life,
in the sweet garden ut home, with the red
sun on tho rosy apple-blossoms und on the
shower of dclleately-tinted petals lying
like pink-flecked snow at my feel, Those
were happy days before Humphrey Car.
stairs crossed my patli, before I woke uii
to find my time was come to go out in the
world hand in hand, with nono of tho dear
ones I loved so well, but with a stranger.
Ah, me ! If I could see dear old crib, the
faithful mongrel who howled so sadly when
I went away! If it were possible that I
could awuke some morning and find my.
self in my own little bed, in my own
quaint, badly furnished little room, oh,
surely uo waking could be so joyous.
The water Is flying past; our little bout
seems to bo leaping through the shining
"Humphrey, why do you row so hard?"
I have como back from dreamland and
put the question in all gravity, never Im
aging that the look upon my face for the
last live minutes lias lilted him with some
thing keener perhaps than the. pain 1 bear
He only smiles, however, when I spoak,
und leuns upon his sculls and looks at me.
I wish I had brought my sketch-book,
Madgie; the view is very pretty from tho
It certainly is very beautiful, with the
lieaked mountains standing up against the
fluted sky; and I wish I could draw like
Humphrey, and make pictures of my
sketches afterwards, as he does.
"Shall we go back for it?"
"Oh, no! It would be too late, the light
would be gone. Hcsides, I have to give
you your first lesson in rowing."
He seems pleased at my thoughtfulncss,
even in such a trivial matter. What a
pity it is that tliouglitfulncs will not sat
isfy him !
"I will begin now," I say Impulsively,
standing up with Ignorant recklessness.
"Take care !" Humphrey exclaims. Put
your hand upon my shoulder, and sit
hero" at the same time giving me Ids
seat, and drawing himself into one behind
"Am I to have both sculls?"
At that he laughs, and I laugh too.
"You must learn to manage one first,
my child, and catch as few crabs as vou
"What do von mean?" I ask, balancing
my scull in mid-air and looking over my
shoulder at him.
"Wait and see," he answers, smiling;
and I sec soon enough when I find myself
upon my back and Humphrey helping me
"You might have told me," I say re
proachfully. "Humphrey, what did i do
"Put your scull too deep,"
"Hut It catches in the water now ! Oh,
1 begin to think rowing is exceedingly
hard work. My scull is very unmanagea
ble, and simply declines to make anything
like long even strokes.
"Keep your wrists down and take your
time," Humphrey says.
I try hard to follow his directions, but
my hands II v up to my chin, und I seem to
be making only frantic irregular grabs at
the WHteij. ov my scull goes' skimming along
tho top, or plunges down and does any.
thing but what I require it to do. After
half an hour' hard work, I atop with ach
ing arms warm and breathless.
"Tired, dear?" Humphrey says in his
gentle voice. "I think you have had
enough of it, Madgie."
N'o, no!" I answer, pushing away his
hand, which, laid upon mine, is frying to
w ithdraw the scull, and set desperately to
"I must lenrn," I say, "and if I don't
try I shall never succeed." aV
So forthwith I set to again with' a will ;
und when, at last, I , resign my scull to
Humphrey I have made a little progress,
and Humphrey is proud of his pupil.
"I don't dip it up and down so much, do
I, Humphrey?" I ask, settling myself in
tlie stern again.
"After a few more lessons you will be
perfect," he answers.
"And so will my hands be," I say, hold
ing up my red blistered hands for inspec.
Humphrey Is more sorry for the blisters
than I mu, ami U terribly afraid that I
shall take cold after my exertions, and in
MM son my wrapping a large shawl round
"1 wish you could have seen me at home,
Humphrey, running wild with Jack sud
Itee -and I never took cold."
"Vou belong lo me now," he answers
tenderly. "You are my dearest possession
and I must take care of you."
Suddenly I lnu -t into a passion of tears,
f I i posc.oii it. is those two words that
make the tears How so 'at. I belong to
lii -it to Hiis man for whom I have no love,
with whom I have no sympathy. And
thcro Is the chafing, maddening thought
that he loves me with a passional. tender
ness; and I know that eu-h stilled sob cuts
home to his heart.
"My child, my little Madgie," he says at
last, "is it such a grief that you have given
yourself to me?"
Something tcjls me thut I am treating
hi in unfairly, and the pain In his voice
hurts mo. liaising my face from my hands
1 look sadly ut him, and then comes a
long, sobbing breath before the unsteady
"Humphrey, perhaps Heaven will let
me die soon."
"Hushl" he cries. "Is life so hard, so
unhappy, as that, my poor little wife?"
He does not understand me; and lean
ing forward, I lay my hand ever so lightly
upon his and whisper softly
"I was thinking of you, Humphrey.
You would be happier if 1 were gone."
"Life without you !" ho murmurs, and tho
three words drop In a slow wondering way
from his lips, while my eyes fall bencatli
the look I moctln ids; then he goes down
upon his knees and folds his arms around
mo tightly. "Mudgle, Madgie, pray
Heaven we will have happiness yet!" ho
Only three weeks married, and one to
well-nigh wish for douth already I I almost
laugh, a few minutes artcr, at my thought
of death In connection with my perfect
health and bounding pulsos. I am. not
likely to fade or pine away,
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and la acknowledKea
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m A'o irm'V. fauttir. lot, of
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THE KEKOK.MKKAND VITALIZBKOF
THE I'HODtTEIl ANI INVIGOHATOR OP
NERVE AND Ml KC'LB.
THE I1UILDEK AND Bllfi'OUTKK OP
UKAIN row EH,
la eomnoied of Incrodlont identical with tbaaa
which eonstitnto Healthy Illood. Muscle and Nerve,
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dependant upon aome of them.
lly InnreanlnKNorveiisand Mincular Vigor, ft will
cure UyspeiisHi, fcoblo or Interrupted action or the
Heart and Palpltntton, Wesknoa of Intellect
caused by (trlef worry, overtaxed or Irregular habit
Bronchitis, Congestion of the Lungs,
It cure Asthma, Neuralgia, W'hoopintr Coiih,
Nervousness, and Is a most wonderful ailltinct tn
other remedies in sustaining life during tlie process
Kpcndlttiru of brain power too early or too
r tncniiuren onen resune in pnyslcal du-
blllty; the use of Fellows IlTlinnliosiihltea
a slnirularly happy elfect in such casus.
uo not do aeceived by remedies bearing a similar
name; iiootherDrmmratlou Isasubstltuto fnnnu
under any clrcumttauce.
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