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Suddenlythe dim path between Che
trees took qsdck ton, and. fell away
at their feet "There/* ehe said. "Thla
the finest view at Damory Court."
They stood on the edge of a atony
ravine which widened at one end to a
shallow nankjr valley. The
were covered with gray-green feath
ery creeper* enwouad with eurly yel
low tendrils
love-vine. Across the
ravine, on a tower level began a
grove of sptandidtrees that marched
up Into the long stretch of neglected
forest he had aeen from the house.
"You love It?" he asked, without
withdrawing his eyes.
"I've loved It all ny lite. I love
everything about Damory Court.
Ruined aa it is. It Is stm one of the
most tiu—tlfiil estates in all Virginia.
There's nothing finer even In Italy.
J«st behiadua, where those hemlocks
stand, Is where the duel the children
•poke of was fought"
He turned Us head. Tell me about
It," he said.
She glanced at him curiously. "Didn't
ygu knowf That waa the reason the
place waa abandoned. Valiant, who
lived here, and the owner of another
plantation, who was named Bassoon,
quarreled. They fought, the story Is,
under those big hemlock trees. Bas
soon was klDed."
He looked out across the distance
he could not trust his face. "And—
"He went away the same day and
never came back he lived in New
York till he died. He waa the father
of the eourfa present owner Ton
never heard the story?"
"No," he admitted. "I—tin quite re
cently I never heard of Damory
"That waa the last duel ever fought
In Virginia. Dueling was a dreadful
custom. I'm glad it'a gone. Aren't
"Yes," he said slowly, "It was a
thing that cut two ways. Perhaps
liant. If he could have had his choice
afterward, would rather have been ly
ing there t^at morning than Bas
"He must have suffered, too," she
agreed, "or he wouldn't have exiled
f«im—1» h» did. I used to wonder
if it waa a lov»qnaiiel whether they
could have beea to leva with the same
"But why should he go away!"
"I can't Imagine, unleaa she had
'really loved the other man. If so, she
couldn't have borne seeing Valiant
afterward." She paused with a little
laugh. "But then." she said, "it may
Iteve* been nothing so romantic. Va
liant's grandfather, who waa known as
Devil-John, la said to have called
man out because he rode psst him
on the wrong side. Our ancestors in
Virginia, I'm afraid, didn't stand on
ceremony when they felt uppish."
He did not smile. He was looking
out once more over the luminous
stretch of fields, his side-face towards
her.- Curious and painful questions
were running through his brain. With
an effort, he thrust these back and re
called hla attention to what she waa
"You wonder, I suppose, that we
feel as we do toward these old estates,
and set store by them, and—yes, and
brag of them insufferably as we do.
But it's in oar blood. You Northern
ers think, we're desperately con
ceited," she smiled, "but it's true.
We're still as proud of our land, and
lta old, old places, and love them as
well aa our ancestors ever did. Do
:you wonder we resent their passing
to people who don't can for them In
the Southern way?"
"But suppose the newcomers do
care for them?"
Her Hps curled. "A young million
aire who has lived all his life in New
York, to care for Damory Court! A
youth idiotically rich, brought up In a
superheated atmosphere of noise and
He started uncontrollably. So that
was what she thought! He felt him
self flushing. He had wondered what
would be his impression of the neigh
borhood and Its people their possible
opinion of himself had never oocurred
"You there's no chance of his
choosing to stay here because he
actually likes It?"
"Not the slightest," she said Indif
,?"You are se certain of this without
ever having seen him?"
She .glanced at him oovertly, an
noyedly sensible of the Impropriety
of the discussion, since the man dis
cussed Was certainly his patron, may
be his Mend. But his insistence had
rousfd a certain balky wilfulness that
would hat* lta way. ^"It'a true I've
never seen him," she said, "but I've
read about him a hundred times In the
Sunday supplements. He'a a regular
feature of the high-roller section. His
idea of a good time Is a dog-banquet
at Sherry's. Why, a girl told me once
that there was a cigarette named after
him—t^e Vfalty Valiant!"
"Isn't tb*t beside the point? Be
cause he has been an Idler, must he
necessarily be a—vandal?"
•She laughed again. "He wouldn't
i^)i it vandalism. He'd think it de
cided Improvement to make Damory
Court aa frantically different as possi
ble. I suppose he'll erect a glass
cupola and a porte-cochere, all up-to
date7 and varnishy, and put orchid hot
houses where the wilderness garden
was, sad a modern marble cupld in
stead of the summer-house, and lay
1 kits shaped track—"
OTeryiaiiic iimt was impulsive sad
enloeivw tt Joha Vattaat's nature
ea*e #t wit* bang. "No!" he
evle* "whatever elae ho ls, he's mat
eaataMesMras eases that!"
The Next Moment, With Clenched
Teeth, He Was Vloleuely Stamping
Hia Heel Again and Again.
prehension. "Oh, how could yen!
He nodded curtly. "Yes," he said.
"I am that haphazard harlequin, John
Valiant, himself."
•*''',.. rvt
PLrr»tff?f •ft
She faced him squarely now. Her
eyes were sparkling. "Since you know
htm so intimately and so highly ap
prove of him—"
"No, no," he interrupted. "You mis
take me. I shouldn't try to justify
him." His flush had risen to the roots
of his brown hair, but he did not
lower his gaze. Now the red color
alowly ebbed, leaving.him pale. "He
hae been an Idler—that's true enough
—and till a week ago he was Idiotic
ally rich.' But his Idling Is over now.
At this moment, except for this one
property, he Is little better than a
She had taken a hasty step or two
baok from him, and her eyes were now
fixed on his with a dawning half-fear
ful question In thctm.
"Till the failure of the Valiant Cor
poration, he had never heard of Da
mory Court, much less been aware
that he owned It. It wasn't because
he loved it that he came here—no!
How could It be? He had never set
foot In Virginia In his mortal life."
She put up her handa to her throat
with a start "Came?" she echoed,
"But if you think that even he could
be so crassly stupid, so monumentally
blind to all that la really fine and
"Oh!" she cried with flashing com-
On the Edge of the World.
There was a pause not to be reck
oned by minutes but suffocatingly
long. She had grown, as pale as he.
"That was ungenerous of you," she
said then with icy slowness. "Though
no doubt yon—found It entertaining.
It. must have still further amused you
to be taken for an architect?"
"I am flattered," he replied, with a
trace of bitterness, "to have suggested
even for a moment ao worthy a call
At his answer She put out her hand
with sudden gesture^ as if bluntly
thrusting the matter from her con
cern, and turning went back along the
tree-shadowed path.
He followed glumly, gnawing his
Hp, wanting to say he knew not what
but wretchedly tongue-tied, noting
that the great white moth was still
waving its creamy wings on the dead
stump and wondering if she would
take the cape jessamines. He felt an
embarrassed relief when, passing the
roots where they lay, she stooped to
raise them.
Then all at once the blood seemed
to shrink from his heart With a
hoarse cry he leaped toward her,
seized her wrist and roughly dragged
her back, feeling as he did so, a sharp
fiery ating on hia instep. The next
moment with clenched teeth, he was
viciously stamping his heel again and
again, driving into the soft earth a
twisting root-like something that
slapped the brown wintered leavea In
to a hissing turmoil.
He had flung her from him with
such violence that she had fallen ^side
wise. Now she raised herself, tineel
ing in the feathery light both hands
clasped close to her breast trembling
excessively with loathing and feeling
the dun earth-floor billow like a can
vas sea In a theater. Ldttle puffs of
dust from the protesting ground wen*:
wreathing about her set face, and she
pressed one hand against her shoulder
to repress her shivers.
"The horrible.— horrible thing!"
she said whlsperlngly. "It would have
bitten me!" T'
He came toward her, panting, and
grasping her hand, lifted her to her
feet He staggered slightly as he did
so, and she saw his lips twist to
gether oddly. "Ah,", she gasped, "It
bit you! It bit you!".
"No," he said, "I think not"
"Look! There on your ankle—that
"I did feel something, Just that first
moment" He laughed uncertainly.
It's queer. My foot's gone fast
Every remnant of color left her
face. She had known a negro child
who had died of a water-moccasin's
bite some years before—the child of a
houae-eervant It had been wading In
the creek ln the gorges The doctor
had said then that if one of the other
children. ....
She grasped his tin*. "Sit down,"
sne oommaaaea, nmHw, «•&
and see."
Her pale fright caught
obeyed, dragged^t|» lo*
f- '•'tfiv
bared the tingling spot The firm
white flesh was puffing up around two.
tiny blue-rlmmed punctures. He
reached into hla pocket then remem
bered that he had no kn|fe. As. the
next best thing he knotted his hand
kerchief quickly above the ankle,
thrust a stick through the loop and
twisted it till the ligature cut
while she knelt bealde him, her lips
saying over and
over to herself words like these: "I
must not be frightened. He doesn't
realise the danger, but I do! I must
be quite collected. It is a mile to the
doctor's. I might run to the house
and send Unc' Jefferson, but it would
alee too long. Besides, the doctor
might not be there. Thero is no one
to do anything but me."
She crouched besido him, putting
her hands by his on the stick and
wrenching It over with all her
strength. "Tighter, tighter," she said.
"It must be tighter." But, to her dis
may, at the last turn the improvised
cord snapped, and the released stick
flew a dozen feet away.
Her heart leaped chokingly, then
dropped Into hammer-like thudding.
Ho leaned back on one arm, trying
to laugh, but she noted that his breath
came Bhortly as if he had been run
ning. "Absurd!" he said, frowning.
"How such—a fool thing—can hurt!"
Suddenly she threw herself on the
ground and grasped the foot with both
hands. He could see her face twitch
with shuddering, and her eyes dilating
with some determined purpose.
"What are jwu going to do?"
"This," she said, and he felt her
shrinking lips, warm an 4 tremulous,
pressed hard against his instep.
He drew away sharply, with savage
denial. "No—no! Not that! You
shan't! My lord—you shan't!" He
dragged his numbing foot from her
desperate grasp, lifting himself, push
ing her from him but she fought with
him, clinging, panting broken sen
"You must! It's the only way. It
was—a moccasin, and it's deadly.
Every minute counts!"
"I won't. No, stop! How do you
know? It's not going to—here, listen!
Take your bands away. Listen!—Lis
ten! I can go to the house and send
Uncle Jefferson for the doctor and he
—No! stop, I say! Oh—I'm sorry if I
hurt you. How strong you are!"
"Let me!"
"No! Your lips are not for that
good God, that damnable thing! You
yourself might be—"
"Let me! Oh, how cruel you are!
It was my fault But for me it would
never have—"
"No! I would rather—"
"Let me! Oh, If you died!"
With all the force of her strong
young body she wrenched away his
protestant hands. A thirst and a sick
ish' feeling were upon him, a curious
Irresponsible giddiness, and her hair
which that struggle had brought in
tumbled masses shout her shoulders,
seemed to have little flames running
all over It His foot had entirely lost
Its feeling. There was a strange weak
ness In his limbs.
Moments of half-consciousness, or
consciousness Jumbled with strange
imaginings, followed. At times he felt
the pressure upon the wounded foot
was. sensible of the suction of the
young mouth striving desperately to
draw the poison from the wound.
From time to time he was conscious
of a white desperate face haloed with
hair that was a mist of woven spar
kles. At times he thought himself
a recumbent stone statue in a wood,
and her a great tall golden-headed
flower lying broken at his feet Again
he was a granite boulder and she a
vine with yellow leaves winding and
clinging about him. Then a blank—
a sense of movement and of troublous
disturbance, of Insistent voices that
called to him and inquisitive hands
that plucked at him, and then voices
growing distant again, and hands fall
ing away, and at last—silence.
Inky clouds were gathering over
the sunlight when Shirley came from
Damory Court, along the narrow wood
path under the hemlocks, and the way
was striped with bine-black shadows
and filled with sighing noises. She
walked warily, halting often at some
leafy rustle to catch a quick breath
of dread. As she approached the tree
roots where the cape jessamines lay.
she had to force her feet forward by
sheer effort of will. At a little dis
tance from them she broke a stick and
with it managed to drag the bunch to
her, turning her eyes with a shiver
from the trampled spot near by. 8he
picked up the flowers, and treading
with caution, retraced her steps to the
wider path.
She stepped Into the Red Road at
length In the teeth of a thunder-storm,
which had arisen almost without warn
ing to break with the .passionate In
tensity of electric storms In the South.
There was no shelter, but even had
there been, she would not have sought
it The turbulence of nature around
her matched, In a way, her over
strained feeling, and she welcomed
the fleree bulge of the wind in the
up-blowing whorls of her hair and:the
drenching wetness of the rain. She
tried to fix her mind on near things,
the bending grasses, the scurrying red
runnels and flapping shrubbery, hut
her thoughts wilfully escaped tjie
tether, turning again and again to the
events of the last two hours. She pic
tured Unc' Jeffersoals eyes rolling up
In ridiculous alarm, his winnowing
arm lashing his Indignant mule la his
flight for the doctor.
At the mental picture she choked
with hysterical laughter, then cringed
suddenly against the sopping bark.
She saw again the doctor's gase lift
from his first examination of the tiny
punctures to send a swift penetrant
glance at her, before he bent his great
body to carry the unconscious man to
the house. Again a lit of shuddering
swept over her. Then, all at once,
tears came, strangling sobs that bent
and swayed her. It waa the discharge
of the Leydea Jar, the loosing of the
tense bow-string and it brought re
lief. After a time she-grew quieter.
He would get well! The thought
that periupe she had saved his Mfe
gave ear iariS ni am
whole body. And until yesterday she
ha! She kaeeled la
the blurred
J**- 'Tub^»
hair back from-hsr forehead and stalk
ing up in the rain that still fell fast
(n a few moments she rose and went oa.
At the gate of the Rosewood lane
stood a mail-box on a cedar post and
ihe paused to flsh out a draggled Rich
mond newspaper. As she thrust It un
der her arm her eye caught a word of
a head-line. With a flush she tore It
from its soggy wrapper, the wetted
fiber parting in her eager fingers, and
resting her foot on the lower rail of
the gate, spread it open on her knee.
She stood stock-still until Bhe had
read the whole. It was the story of
John yaliant's sacrifice of his private
fortune to save tho ruin of the in
volved corporation.
Its effect upon her was a shock. She
felt her throat swell as she read then
she was chilled by the memory of
what she had said to him: "What
has he ever done except play polo and
furnish spicy paragraphs for the so
ciety columns?"
"What a beast I was!" she said, ad
dressing the wet hedge. "He had just
done that splendid thing. It was be
cause of that that he was little better
than a beggar, and I said those hor
rible things!" Again she bent her
eyes, rereading the sentences: "Took
his detractors by surprise
had just sustained a grilling at the
hands of the state's examiner which
might well have dried at their fount
the springs of sympathy."
She crushed up the paper In her
hand and rested her-forehead on the
wet rail. Idiotically rich—a vandal—
a useless, purse-proud flaneur. She
had called him all that! She could
still see the paleness of his look as
she had said it
Shirley, overexcited as she still was,
felt the sobs returning. These, how
ever, did not last long and in a mo
ment she found he/self smiling again.
Though she had hurt him, she had
saved him, too! When she whispered
this over to herself it still thrilled and
Btartled her. She folded the paper
and hastened on under the cherry
Rmmaline, the negro maid was wait
ing anxiously on the porch. She was
thin to spareness, with a face as
brown as a tobacco leaf, restless black
eyes and wool neatly pinned and set
off by an amber comb.
"Honey," called Emmaline, "I'se
been fearin' fo' yo* wid all that light
nin' r'arin' eroun'. Yo' got th* jess'
mine? Give 'em to Em'line. She'll fix
'em all nice, jes' how Mis' Judith like."
"All right, Emmaline," replied Shir
ley. "And I'll go and dress. Has
mother missed me?"
"No'm. SL« aln* lef huh room this
whole blessed day. Now yo' barth's
all ready—all 'cep'n th' hot watah,
en I sen' Ranston with that th' fus'
thing. Yo' hurry en peel them wet
close off yo'se'f/'or yo' have one o'
them digested chills."
Her young mlsUess flown and the
hot wrfter despatched, the negro wom
an spread a cloth on the flow and
began to cut and dress the long stalks
of the flowers. This done she fetched
bowls and vases, and set the pearly
white clumps here and there—on the
dining-room sideboard, the hall man
tel and the desk of the living-room—
till the delate' fragrance filled the
house,, quite' vanquishing the. rose
scent from the arbors.
As the trim colored woman moved
lightly about in' the growing dusk,
with the low click of glass and muf
fled clash of silver, the light tat-tat of
a cane sounded, and she ran to the
hall, where Mrs. Dandridge was de
scending the stairway, one slim* white
hand holding the banister, under the
halted, looking smilingly about at the
blossoming bowls.
"Don' they smell up th' whole
house?" said Emmaline. "I know'd
y'o be pleas', Mis' Judith. Now put
yo' han' on mah shouldah en I'll take
yo' to yo' big cha'h."
They crossed the hall, the dusky
form bending to the fragile pressure of
the fingers. "Now heah's yo' cha'h.
Ranston he made up a little flah jes'
to take th' damp out, en th' big lamp's
lit, en Miss Shirley'U be down right
A moment later, In fact, Shirley de
scended the stair. In a filmy gown of
Indla-muslln, with a narrow belting of
gold, against whose flowing sleeves
her bare arms showed with a flushed
pinkness the hue of the pale coral
beads about her neck. The damp
newspaper was in her hand.
At her step her mother turned her
head: she was listening Intently to
voices that came from the garden—a
child's shrill treble opposing Ran
ston's stentorian grumble.
"Listen, Shirley. What's that Rio
key is telling Ranston?"
"Don' yo' come heah wid yo' no
count play-actin'. Cyan' fool Ranston
wid no sich snek-story, neidah. Aln'
no moc'sin at Dam'ry Co'ot,- en neb
bah was!"
"There was, too!" Insisted Rickey.
"One bit him and Miss Shirley found
him and sent Uncle Jefferson /or Doc
tor Bouthall and It saved his life! So
there! Doctor Southall told Mrs. Ma
son. And he Isn't a man who's Just
come to fix It up, either he's the
really truly man tluft owns It!"
"Who on earth la that child talking
Shirley put her arm around her
mother and kissed her. Her heart
was beating quickly. "The owner has
come to Damory Court He—"
The small book Mrs. Dandridge held
fell to the floor. "The owner 1 What
"Mr. Valiant—Mr. John Valiant.
The eon of the man who abandoned
There's no need of it. Sniff a little
Kondon's, the original and genuine
Catarrhal Jelly, up the nostrils. Its
soothing, healing properties quickly re
lieve you. Best thing for hay lever,colds,
catarrh, sore throat,
catarrhal headache,
nose bleed, deafness, etc. Relieves the
condition which causes snoring. Sold
only In ISc and 60c sanitary tubes by
druggists or direct Ssmplef fee. Write
Xew York.—The reopening of the
Rosenthal-Becker murder case by the
success of Lieutenant Becker's appeal
for a new trial brings two women into
prominence again. They are Mrs.
Becker, who has labored unceasingly
for the release of her husband from
Sing Sing prison, and Mrs. Rosenthal,
wife of the gambler who was murdered
In front of the old Hotel Metropole and
for which crime Becker and four gun
men were sentenced to the electric
so long ago." As she picked up the
fallen volume and put it into her
mother's hands, Shirley was Btartled
by the whiteness of her face.
"Dearest!" she cried. "You are 11L
You shouldn't have come down."
"No. It's nothing. I've been shut
up all day. Go and open the other
Shirley threw It wide. "Can I get
your salts?" she asked anxiously.
Her mother shook her head. "No,"
she said, almost sharply. "There's
nothing whatever the matter with me.
Only my nerves aren't what they used
to be, I suppose—and snakes always
did get on them. Now, give me the
gist of it first I can wait for the rest
There's a tenant at Damory Court.
And his name's John—Valiant. And
he was bitten by a moccasin. When?"
"This afternoon."
Mrs. Dandridge'B voice shook, "Will
he—^wlll he recover?"
"Oh, yes."
"Beyond any question?"
"The doctor says so."
"And you found him, Shirley—
"1 was there when it happened."
She had crouched down on the rug in
her favorite posture, her coppery hair
against her mother's knee, catching
strange reddish over-tones like molten
metal, from the shaded lamp. Mrs.
Dandridge fingered her cane nervous
ly. Then she dropped her hand on the
girl's head.
"Now," she said, "tell me all about
uon't nuaniiu
Streaked Hair
There's Ho Reason Why Ton 8hould
Wear Gray Hair Another Day
If It It Unbecoming.
Nothing so robs a woman of her good
looks and attractiveness as gray,
streaked or faded hair. And there la
no more reason or sense to
tolerating unattractive
hair than thero
wearlne unbecoming
gowns. Nearly all ot
tho moro noted beautlec
long ago recognized
this fact, and so wear
their hair not only In the
style, but also the color, most
Tho one lialr stain that stands
supreme is "Brownatone." It Is
simple and easy to use. Jusi
comb or brush it iiiio jour
luitr. It ean not be detected,
will not rub or wash off, acts
Instantly, and Is absolutely harm
Brownatone" Will give any shade
desired from golden brown to
Ifour druggist sells "Brownatone" or
will get It for you, and It is worth
your while to Insist upon having this
preparation and not something else. A
sample and a booklet will be mailed
you upon receipt of 10 cents, and your
orders will be filled direct from our
laboratories if you prefer.
Two sizes—85c and $1.00.
Two shades—One for Golden or Me
dium Brown—the other for Dark
Brown or Black.
Insist on "Brownatone" at your hair
Prepared only by the Kenton Phar
macol Co., MB B. Pike St, Covington,
Sold and guaranteed In Marshall
town by McBride & Will Drug Com
pany, Old Reliable Drug Company,
Belnert Drug Company, and other lead
ing dealers.
Gates Plumbing Co.
134 West Main Street
'Phone 1309
Call and let us figure on
your water and sewer serr
iae and other plambinc.%tiii
Service at any time.
BECKCfe- 2.
H»s. BOSEBtllALl
chair. Mrs. Rosenthal, it Is said, will
be a witness in the new trial of
P. C.
New York—The new commander
(Signed) Mrs. Theo. Duple. 7
Troy, N.
them anything containing
dangerous drugs. Because
coughs, colds and throat and
bles. as well
builder. The ingredients
John's Medicine
some food for those
run down. Get
Notice of Amendments to
Articles of Incorporation
Notice Is hereby given that at a special meeting of the Stock
holders of the LaPIant Tool Company, hold at lta offices in Mar
shalltown, Iowa, on the 24th day of January, 1914, Articles I, and
VI of the Articles of Incorporation of said corporation were
amended to read as follows:
The Name of this corporation shall be the La.Plant Company,
anc! all the rights and privileges conferred and liabilities imposed
upon corporations for pecuniary profit by the laws of tho State of
Iowa, now In force and hereafter adopted, are hereby assumed by
this corporation.
The general nature of tho business of this corporation shall be
the manufacture, sale and distribution of toots. Implements and
machinery, also castings, furnaces and heating appliances of all
kinds and classes.
It Is also authorised and empowered to buy, sell, hold, transfer
and encumber both real and personal property.
All transfers and conveyances of real estate shall be by proper
Instruments in writing, signed and executed on behalf of the cor
poration by the President and Secretary of the corporation after
duo authorization by the Board of Directors but in case of the
death, disability or refusal to act of tho officers above named, then
such conveyance or transfer, shall be signed and executed by such
officers or persons as tho Board of Directors may "designate."
The authorized capital stock of this corporation shall be One
Hundred Thousand Dollars, to be divided Into shares of One
Hundred Dollars each: all stock to be fully paid and non-ass ess*,
able when Issued. Certificates and shares of stock shall be trans
ferred only In accordance with the by-laws of the corporation.
JONES, Seoretary.
2001 Pounds 2001
the department of the east Is Brigadier
General Robert K. Evans,
native of
Mississippi. General Evans, who sue
geeds 'Major General Barry, "Who has
been transferred to the Philippines, has
served as the commander of live dif
ferent regiments in the United States
army and waa at one time assistant
adjutant general of the United States.
General Evans Is stationed at Gover*
nors Island/ New York.
"I send my children's pictures to you,
hoping their experience will be of
efit tf other W* nn*s suffering from
have tried a great
remedies but none so good as
John's. It Is a blessing to every
Mill St,
When the children have
a cold or
cough or when they need a tonic,
ers should be careful never
to give
alcohol or
It does not
contain these drugs or aloohol
form. Father John's Medicine
In any
Is a safe
medicine to give the children.
sands of mothers use It In their
right along.
has a history
years of success In the
of SO
treatment of
lung trou­
as aa a
and 'body
of FaOisr
are pure aad whole­
who are weak and
a bottle today.
Of heat and satisfaction every ten oi
Purity Coal
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