THE ARIZONA REPUBLICAN, SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH 15, 1914
THE ADVENTURES OF KATHLYN old mac oath
SYNOPSIS OP CHAPTER I.
Kathl.vu Hare, derived by a forged message, believes her father.
Cat. Hare, who is buullus in Inula, Iihs sutunioued her to blm.
Itaru luiuiedlalely fur Allaha, leaving ber younger sister, Wlu
IM. at agaaa mi tUelr wild animal tarm In CaUforula.
i Kl ball U, a protegfi ot tbe King oC AUabu, hopes, to succeed to
Ibe tbroB. Ailaba uelng an independent principality, tbe elithlless
niler baa ihe right to appoint bis heir, on a previous visit to
Ailaba Col. Hare bad laved the life ot tbe king, and as a reward
t aecaratJaa carrying wltii It ro.val honoia aud the rlKbts ot aue
rassftiai bad bceu eouferred upuu bltn.
i nballa goes to America, aud spying on tbe household of Col.
Hare, r-ees Ibe lovelv, luir haired Kalbly.i and falls In love with her.
lie drill I aim t;it she shall oMM to Allaha and he au Inuocfflit aid in
i.ie plot against bt-r father. Tjc ruse is suceesslul, and on tbe boat
akitn carriaa Kalhlyu lo ludla the Hindu Is a passenger.
lUopyrlght: 11)14; By Harold Mac Grata.)
f CHAPTER II. '(
TOE 1. WELCOME TI1BONE.
KATHLYN sensed great loneliness when, about a
month later, she arrived at the basin in Calcutta.
A thousand or uiore natives were bathing ceremo
niously in the ghat men, women, and children.
Ii was early morn, and they vere mating solemn genu
tlexions toward the bright sun. The water front swarmed
ivith brown bodies, and great wheeled carts drawn by sad
ryed bullocks threaded slowly through the maze. The
WO) while rurhans, stirring hither aud thither, reminded
her of a field ofNwhito poppies in a breeze. India! There
it lay, ready for IWt eager feet. Always hail she dreamed
about it, and romsinced over it, and sought it on the
nine's of her spirit. Yonder it lay, ancienOas China, en
thaiittag as ftoried Persia.
If only she were out pleasure bent! If only she knew
some oue in this great teeming city! She knew no one:
she carried no letters of introduction, no letters of credit,
nothing but the gold and notes the paymaster at the farm
had hastily turned over to her. Only ty constant apfli
cntion to maps and guide books had she managed to
mange the short cut to the far kingdom. She had been
warned that it was a wild and turbulent place, out of
the beaten path, beyond the reach of iron rails. Three
long sea voyages: across the Pacific (which wasn't), down
the bitter Yellow sea, uf the blue Bay of Bengal, with
many a sea change and many a strange picture. What
though her heart ached, it was impossible that her young
eyes should not absorb all she saw and marvel over it.
The strange, elusive Hindi had disappeared after Hong
kong. That was a weight off her soul. She was now
assured that her imagination had beguiled her. How
should he know anything about her? What was more
natural than that he should wish to hurry back to his
native state? She was not the only one in a hurry. And
there were Hindus of all castes on ail three ships. By
now she had almost forgotten him.
There was one bright recollection to break the unending
loneliness. Coming down from Hongkong to Singapore
she had met at the captain's table a young man by the
name of Bruce. He was a quiet, rather untalkative man,
lean and sinewy, sun and wind bitten. Kathlyn had as
yet had no sentimental affairs. Absorbed in her wcrk,
her father, and the care of Winnie, such young men as
she had met had scarcely interested her. She bad only
tolerant contempt for idlers, and these young men had
belonged to that category. Brute caught her interest to
the very fact that he had but little to say and said that
crisply and well. There was something authoritative in
the shape of his mouth and the steadiness of hia eye,
though before her he never exercised this power. A 4ozen
times she had been on the point of taking him into her
confidence, but the irony of fate had always firmly closed
And now, waiting for the ship to warp into its pier,
she realized what a fatal mistake her reticence had been.
A friend of her father!
Bruce had left the Lloyder before dinner (at Singa
pore), and as Kathlyn's British-India coaster did not
leave till morning she had elected to remain over night on
the German boat.
As Bruce disappeared among the disembarking passen
gers and climbed into a rickshaw she turned to the cap
tain, who stood beside her.
"Do you know Mr. Bruce?"
" Very well," said the German. " Didn't he tell you
who he is? No? Ach! Why, Mr. Bruce is a great
hunter. He has shot everything, written books, climbed
the Himalayas. Only last year he brought me the sack
of a musk deer, and that is the most dangerous of all
sports. He collects animals."
Then Kathlyn knew. The name had been vaguely fa
miliar, but the young man's reticence had given her no
opportunity to dig into her recollection. Bruce! How
many times her father had spoken of him! What a fool
she had been ! Bruce knew the country she was going
to, perhaps as well as her father, and he could have sim
plified her journey to the last word. Well, what was
done could not be recalled and done over.
" My father is a great hunter, too," she said simply,
eyeing wistfully the road taken by Brace into town.
" What? Herr Gott! Are you Col. Hare's daughter?"
exclaimed the captain.
He seized her by the shoulders. " Why did you not tell
me? Why, Col. Hare and I have smoked many a Burma
cheroot together on these waters. Herr Gott ! And you
never said anything! What a woman for a man to
marry ! " he laughed. " You have sat at my table for five
days, and only now I find that you are Hare's daughter!
And you have a sister. Ach, yes ! He was always taking
out some photographs in the smokeroom and showing
them to us old chaps."
Tears filled Kathlyn's eyes. In an Indian prison, out
of the jurisdiction of the British Kaj, and with her two
small hands and woman's mind she must free him!
Always the mysterious packet lay close to her heart,
never for a moment was it beyond the reach of her hand.
Her father's freedom!
The rusty metal sides of the ship scraped against the
pier and the gangplank was lowered ; and presently the
tourists flocked down with variant emotions, to be be
sieged by fruit sellers, water carriers, cabmen, blind beg
gars, and maimed, naked little children with curious,
insolent black eyes, women with infants straddling their
hips, stolid Chinamen: a riot of color and a bewildering
babel of tongues.
Kathlyn found a presentable carriage, and with her
luggage pressing about bar feet directed the driver to the
Great Eastern hotel.
Her white sola-topee (sun helmet) had scarcely disap
peared in the crowd when the Hindu of the freight
caboose emerged from the steerage, no longer in bedrag
gled linen trousers and ragged turban, but dresBed like a
native fop. He was in no hurry. Leisurely he followed
Kathlyn to the hotel, then proceeded to the railway sta
tion. He had need no longer to watch and worry. There
was nothing left now but to greet her upon her arrival,
this golden hour! from the verses of Sa'adi. The two
welu of duranc vile among the low castes in tie steer
age should be amply repaid. In six days he would be
tieyond the hand of the meddling British Kaj, in hia owns
country. Sport ! What was more beautiful to watch
than cat play? He was the cat, the tiger cat. Aud what
would the Sahib Colonel say when he felt the claws?
Beautiful, beautiful, like a pattern woven in an Agra rug.
Kathlyn began her journey at once. Now that she was
on land, moving toward her father, all her vigor returned.
She felt strangely alive, exhilarated. She knew that she
was not going to be afraid of anything hereafter. To
euter the strange country without having her purpose
known would be the main difficulty. Where was Ahmed
all this time? Doubtless in a cell like his master.
Three days later she stood at the frontier, and her serv
ant set about arguing and bargaining with the mahouts
to engage elephants for the three days' march through
jungles and mountainous divides to the capital. Three
elephants were necessary. There were two howdah ele
phants aud oue pack elephant, who was always laggiug
behind. Through long aisles of magnificent trees they
passed, across hot, Mistering deserts, dotted here and
there by shrubs and stunted trees, in and out of gloomy
defiles of flinty rock, over sluggish and swiftly flowing
streams. The days were hot, but the ..ights were bitter
cold. Sometimes a blue miasnitc haze settled down, and
the dry, raspy hides of the elephants grew- i amp -and they
fretted at their chains.
Kao, the khitmatgar Kathlyn had hired in Calcutta,
proved invaluable. Without him she would never have
succeeded in entering the strange country: for these wild
eyed Mohammedan mahouts (and it is pertinent, to note
that only Mohammedans are ever made mahouts, it being
against the tenets of Hinduism to kill or rideat anything
Kathlyn Is forced to Enter the King's Palace by Umballa.
that kills) scowled at her evilly. They would have mad
away with her for an anna-piece. Bao was a Mohamme
dan himself, so they listened and obeyed.
All this the first day and night out. On the following
morning a leopard crossed the trail. Kathlyn seized her
rifle and broke its spine. The jahberinj of the mahouts
would have amused her at any other time.
"Good, Memsahib," whispered Kao. "You have put
fear into their devils' hearts. Good ! Chup " he called,
" stop your noise."
After that they gave Kathlyn's dog tent plenty of room.
One day, in the heart of a natural clearing, she saw a
tree. Its blossoms and leaves were as scarlet as the seeds
of a pomegranate.
"O, how beautiful! What Is it, Rao?"
"The flame of the jungle, Memsafcib. It is good luck
to see it on a journey."
About the tree darted gay parrakeets aud fat green
parrots. The green plumage of the birds against the
brilliant scarlet of the tree was ind-scribably beautiful.
Everywhere was life, everywhere was color. Once, as the
natives seated themselves in the evening round their dung
fire while Kathlyn busied with the tea over x wood fire, a
tiger roared nearby. The elephants trumpeted and the
mahouts rose in terror. Kathlyn ran for her rifle, but the
trumpeting of the elephants was sufficient to send the
striped cat to other hunting grounds. Wild apes and pigs
abounded, and occasionally a caha wriggled out of the sun
into the brittle grasses. Very few beasts or reptiles era
aggressive ; it is only when they feel cornered that they
turn. Even the black panther, the most savage of all
cats, will rarely offer battle, except when attacked.
Meantime the man who had followed Kathlyn arrived
at the city.
Five hours later Kathlyn stepped out of her howrjub,
gave Kao the money for the mahout.-:, .-nd looked about
This was the gate to the capital. Kow many times had
her father passed through it? Her jaw set and her eyes
flashed. Whatever dangers beset her she was determined
to meet them with courage and patience.
" Rao, you had better return to Calcutta. What I have
to do must be done alone."
" Very good. But I shall remain here till the Memsahib
returns." Rao salaamed.
" And if I should not return? " affected by this strange
" Then I shall seek Bruce Sahib, who has a camp
twenty miles east."
"Bruce? But he is in Singapore!" a quickening of
" Who can say where Bruce Sahib !s? He is like a
shadow there today, here tomorrow. I have been his
servant, Memsahib, and. that is how I an today yours. I
received a tele?ram to call at your hotel and apply to you
for service. Very good. 1 shall wait. he mahout here
will take you directly to Hare Sahib's bungalow. You will
find your father's servants there, aud all will be well. A
week, then. M joh do not send for me I seek Bruce
Sahib, and we v.hell return with many. Some will speak
English at the bungalow."
"Thank you. Ilao. 1 shall not forget"
" Neither w ill Bruce Sahib," mysteriously. Rao
Kothl; i got 'ate the bowdail and passed through the
gets. Sraca Sail's, trie quiet man whose hand had
recchi'd-.v.t t. er Ssa thus strangely to reassure her! A
hardness c:-.ms iuio her throat and she swallowed des
perate'.v. She r?.n only twenty-four. Except for herself,
tiicic ntlght Dot be a whits person it all this sprawling,
rugsed priucitmlity From tiro t than the iw uiaho"'
turned and smiled at her curiously, but slu was too
absorbed to note his attentions.
Durga Ram, called lightly Umbalki, went directly to
the palace, where he knew the Council of Three solemnly
awaited his arrival. He dashed up the imposing flight
of marble stairs, exultant. He had fulfilled his promise ;
the golden daughter of Hare Sahib was but a few miles
away. The soldiers guarding the entrance presented their
arms respectfully ; but instantly after Umballa disap
peared the expression on their faces was not pleasing.
Uinbella hurried along through the deep corridor, sup
ported by exquisitely carved marble columns. Beauty in
stone was in evidence everywhere and maguificent brass
iauips hung from the ceiling. There was a shrine topped
by an idol in black marble, incrusted with sapphires and
turquoises. Durga Ham, who shall be called I'mballa,
nodded slightly as he passed it Force of habit, since Ll
his heart there was only one religion self.
He stopped at a door guarded by single soldier, who
sulnted but spat as soon as I'mballa had passed into the
throneroom. The throne itself was vacant. The Council
of Three rose at the approach of I'mballa.
" She is here," he said haughtily.
The council salaamed.
I'mballa stroked his chin : s he gazed at the huge
candles flickering at each side of the throne, lie sniffed
the Tibetan incense, and shrugged. It was written.
' Go," he said, " to Hare Sahib's bungalow and aw-.iit me.
I shall be there presently. There is plen'y of time. And
remember our four heads depend upon ti e next few hours.
The soldiers are on the verge of mutiny, aud only success
can pacify them."
lie turned without ceremony and left them. With
" You black scoundrel."
oriental philosophy they accepted the situation. They had
sought to overturn him, and he held them in the hollow of
his band. During the weeks of his absence in America his
spies had hung about them like bees about honey. They
were the fowlers snared.
I'mballa proceeded along the corridor to a flight of
stairs leading beneath the palace floor. Here the soldiers
were agreeable enough ; they had reason to be. Umballa
gave them new minted rupees for their work, many
rupees. For they knew secrets. Before the door of
dungeon I'mballa paused and listened. There was no
sound. He returned upstairs aud sought a chamber near
the barem. This he entered, and stood with folded arms
near the door.
' Ah, Colonel Sahib ! "
"Umballa?" Col. Hare, bearded, unkempt, tried to
stand erect and face hia enemy. " You black scoundrel ! "
" Durga Ram, Sahib. Words, words ; the patter of
rain on stone roofs. Our king lives no more, alas ! "
" He is dead. Dying, he left you this throne you, a
white man knowing it was a legacy of terror and con
fusion. Yon knew. Why did you return? Ah, pearls
and sapphires and emeralds! AVhat? I offer you this
throne upon conditions."
" And those conditions I have refused."
" You have, yes ; but now " I'mballa smiled. Then
he suddenly blazed forth : " Think you a white tnan
shall sit upon this throne while I live? It is mine. I
was bis heir."
"Then why didn't you save him from the leopard?
I'll tell you why. You expected to inherit on the spot,
and I spoiled the game. Is that not true?"
" And what if I admit it? " truculently.
" Umballa, or Durga Ram, if you wish, listen. Take
the throne. What's to hinder you? You want it. Take
it and let me be gone."
"Yes, I want it; and by all the gods of Hind I'll have
It -but safely. Ah! It would be fine to proclaim myself
when mutiny and refiellion stalk about. Am I a pig, to
play a game Mke that? Teh! Teh!" He clicked his
tongue against the roof of his mouth in derision. " No :
I need a buckler till all this roily water subsides end
"And then, some firui night Hare Sahib's throat? I
am not afraid of death, Umballa. 1 have faced it too
many times. Make au end ot me at once or leave me to
rot here, my answer will always be the same. 1 will not
become a dishonorable tool. You have offered me freedom
and jewels. No; I repeat, I will free all slaves, abolish
all harems, the buying aud selliug of flesh; I will make
u niau of every poor devil of a coolie who carries stones
from your quarries."
Umballa laughed. " Then remain here like a dog while
1 put your golden daughter on the throne and become
what the British Raj calls prince consort She'll rebel,
1 kuow; but I have a way." He stepped outside and
closed the door.
" I'mballa ': "
"Kit, my daughter? Good God, what is she doing
here when I warned her? " Hare tugged furiously at his
chains. " Durga Ram, you have beaten me. State your
terms and I will accept them to the letter. . . . Kit,
my beautiful Kit, in this hell hole!"
" Ah, but 1 don't want you to accept now. I was
merely amusing myself." The door shut and the bolt
1 lure fell upon his knees. " My head, my head! Dear
God, save me my reason!"
The moment Kathlyn arrived at the animal cages of
her father she called for Ahmed.
" M j father? "
"Ah, Memsahib, they say he is dead. I know not
One night the second after we arrived he was sum
moned to the palace. He never came back."
" Thev have killed him! "
Kathlyn in the Royal Crypt.
"Perhaps. They watch me, too; but I act simple. We
wait and see."
Katlilyn rushed across the ground intervening between
tbe aaima cages and the bungalow. There was no one
i i sight. She ran up the steps ... to be greeted
inside by the suave Umballa.
"You':" her hand flying to her bosom.
"I. Mis'- Hare." He salaamed, with a sweeping
gesture of his hands.
Sadly the wrct h told her tbe tale; the will of the king,
his death, and the subsequent death of her father in his
'!urga Ram's) arms. Yonder urn contained his ashes.
I'or the first time in her young life Kathlyn fainted. She
had been living on her nerves for weeks, and at the sight
of that urn something snapped. Daintily Umballa
: lucked forth the packet and waited. At length she
opened her eyes.
" Von are a queen. Miss Hare."
" Fou are mad! "
"Nay. it was the madness of the king. But mad
Kings often make laws which must lie obeyed. You will
accuse me of perfidy when 1 tell you all. The note
which brought you here was written by me and substi
tuted for tli's."
Dully Kathlyn read: "Kathlyn: If not heard from,
I'm held captive in Allaha. The royal title given to me
by the king made me and my descendants direct heirs to
the throne. Do not come to Allaha yourself. Destroy
sealed document herewith. Father."
The Council of Three entered noiselessly front tho
adjoining room. At the four dark, inscrutable faces the
bewildered girl stared, ber limbs numb with terror.
Gravely the council told her she must come with them
to the palace.
" It is impossible! " she murmured. " Yon are all mad.
I am a white woman. I cannot rule over an alien race
whose tongue I cannot speak, whose habits I know
nothing of. It is impossible. Since my father is dead,
I must return to my home."
" Xo," said Umballa.
" I refuse to stir! " She was all afire of a sudden: the
base trickery which had brought her here! Sfie was very
lovely to the picturesque savage who stood at her elbow.
As he looked down at her, in his troubled soul Umballa
knew that it was not the throne so much as it was this
beautiful bird of paradise whi h he wished to cage.
" Be brave," he said, " like your father. I do not wish
to use force, but you must go. It is useless to struggle.
She huug back for a moment: then, realizing her utter
helplessness, she signified that she was ready to go. She
needed time to collect her stunned and disordered thoughts.
Before going to the palace they conducted her to the
royal crypt. The urn containing her father's ashes was
deposited in a niche. Many other niches contained urns,
and Umballa explained to her that these held the ashes
of many rulers. Tears welled into Kathlyn's eyes, but
they wore of a hysterical character.
' A good sign," mused Umballa, who thought he knew
something of women, like all men beset with vanity.
Oddly enough, he had forgotten all about the incident of
the lion in the freight caboose. All women are felines to
a certain extent. This golden haired woman had claws,
and the day was coming when he would feel them drag
over his heart.
From the crypt they proceeded to the palace zenana
(barem), which surrounded a court of exceeding beauty.
Three ladies of the harem were sitting in the portico,
attended by slaves. All were curiously interested at the
sight of h woman with white skin, tinted like the lotus.
Umballa came to a halt before a latticed door.
"Here your majesty must remain till the day of your
"How did my father die?"
" He was assassinated on the palace steps by a Ma
bammedan fanatic. As I told you, he died in ni, arm.''
" His note signified that he feared imprisonment. How
came he on the palace steps?"
" He was not a prisoner. He came and went as he
pleased in the city." He bowed and left her.
Alone in her chamber, the dullness of her mind dimin
ished and finally cleared away like a fog in a wind, llet
dear, kind, blue eyed father was dead, and she was virtu
ally a prisoner, and Wiunie was all alone. A queen!
They were mad, or she was in the midst of some hideous
nightmare. Mad, mad, mad! She began to laugh, and ;i
was not a pleasant sound. A queen, she, Kathlyn Bare!
Her father was dead, she was a queen, and Winnie w.h
all alone. A gale of laughter brought to the marble latin
many wondering eyes. The white cockatoo shrilled hi
displeasure. Those outside the lattice saw this marvelous
white skinned woman, with hair like the gold threads in
Chinese brocades, suddenly throw herself upon a pile of
cushions, and they saw her shoulders rock and heave, but
heard no sound of wailing.
After a while she fell asleep, a kind of dreamless
stupor. When she awoke it was twilight in the court.
The doves were cooing r.nd fluttering in the cornices 1
the cockatoo was preening his lemon colored topknot
At first KatMyn had not the least idea where she was,
but the light beyond the lattice, the flitting shadows, and
the tinkle of a stringed instrument assured her that she
was awake, terribly awake.
She sat perfectly still, slowly gathering her strength,
mental and physical. She was not her father's daughter
for nothing. She was to fight in some strange warfare,
instinctively she felt this ; but from what direction, in
what shape, only Gcd knety. Yet she must prepare for it;
that was the vital thing; she must marshal her forces,
feminine and only defensive, and watch.
Rao! Her hands clutched the pillows. In five days'
time he would be off to seek John Bruce; and there would
be white men there, and they would come to her though
a thousand legions of these brown men stood between.
She must play for time ; she must pretend docility and
humility, meet guile with guile. She could get no word
to ber faithful khitmatgar; none here, even if open to
bribery, could be made to understand. Only Umballa and
the council spoke English or understood it. She had ten
dflys' grace ; within that time she hoped to find some loop
Native girls entered noiselessly. The hanging lamps
were lit. A tabaret was set before her. There were junil
aud roast kid, fruits and fragrant tea. She was not
hungry, but she ate.
Within a dozen yards of her sat her father, stolidly
munching his ciuipattis, because he knew that now h
must live. i
One of the chief characteristics of the East Indian is
extravagance. To outvie each other o aelebrations of
births, weddings, deaths, and coronations they beggar
themselves. In this the oriental and the occidental have
one thing in common. This principality was small, but
there was a deal of wealth in It because of its emerald
mines and turquoise pits. The Durbar brought out
princes and princelings from east, south, and west, and
even three or four wild-eyed amirs from the north. The
British government at Calcutta heard vaguely about this
fete, but gave it scant attention for the simple fact that
it had not been invited to attend. Still, it watched the
performance covertly. Usually Durbars took months of
preparation ; this one had been called into existence with
in ten days.
Elephants and camels and bullocks; palanquins, gharris,
tongas; cloth of gold and cloth of jewels; color, confusion,
maddening noises, and more color. There was very littlf
semblance of order ; a rajah preceded a princeling, and so
on down. The wailing of reeds and the muttering o'
kettle drums; music, languorous, haunting, elusive, low
minor chords seemingly struck at random, intermingling
a droning chant; a thousand streams of incense, crossing
and recrossing : and fireworks at night, fireworks which
had come all the way across China by caravan these
things Kathlyn saw an'd heard from her lattice.
The populace viewed all these manifestations quietly.
They were perfectly willing to wait. If this white qu,,0n
proved kind they would go about their affairs, tearing her
in peace; but they were determined that she should be no
puppet In the hands of Umballa, whom they hated for his
cruelty aud money leeching ways. O, everything was
ripe in the state for murder and loot and the reaching,
holding hand of the British Raj.
As Katlilyn advanced to the caponied dais upon which
she was to be crowned, a hand filled with flowers reached
out. She turned to see Ahmed. a
" Bruce Sahib," she whispered.
Ahmed salaamed deeply as she passed on. The impres
sion that she was dreaming again seized her. This could
not possibly be real. Her feet did not seem to touch the
carpets; she did not seem to breathe; she floated. It was
only when the crown was placed upon her head that she
realized the reality and the finality of the proceedings.
" Be wise," whispered Umballa, coldly. " If you take
off that crown now, neither your gods nor mine could
save you from that mob down yonder. Be advised.
Rise ! "
She obeyed. She wanted to cry out to that sea nl
bronze faces: "People, I do not want to bt your queen.
Let me go!" They would not understand. Where wn
Rao? Where was Bruce? What of the hope that now
flickered and died in her heart, like a guttering candle
light? There was a small dagger hidden in the folds of
her white robe: she could always use that. She henrd
Umballa speaking in the native tongue. A great shouting
followed. The populace surged.
"What have you said to them?" she demanded.
" That her majesty bad chosen Durga Ram to be her
consort and to him now forthwith she will be wed." He
So the mask was off! "Marry you? O, no! Mate
with you, a black?
"Black?" he cried, as if a whiplash had struck him
across the face.
" Yes, black of skin and black of heart I have sub
mitted to the farce of this Durbar, but that is as far as
my patience will go. God will guard me."
" God?" mockingly. '1
" Yes, my God, and the God of my fathers!"
To the mutable faces below she looked the queer at
that instaut They saw the attitude, but could not in
terpret it. ,
" So be it. There are other things besides marriage."
"Yes," she replied promptly; "there is death."
TO BE CONTIM'B). I
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