Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 36, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 March 1884 — Page 3

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THE MAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

'J* Mrs. Finlay's Chair.

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Qmiimud from Second Page. "We're a couple of fools, but we're aaved the chair. Now, let as get it oat •f the way 1"

Thej carried it across tbe street just in fme to avoid the charge of afire company. They came with a rush and a •beer, and with their coming the whole street brightened into a kind of land gayety. The flames leaped 'up in tbe museum windows. Upstairs, where the Are bad started, they Were all aglow. In tbe street, tbe boys were shouting, the -water splashing, the firemen swearing, and apparently everybody ordering somebody 6lse to do something, violet aeauned tbe eiowd, trying to discover •Id Judson but she saw uo sign of that aged reprobate, and began to fear be was burning up in tbe building. Suddenly, two men laid bands on tbe chair. One •f tbem spoke—roughly, but not unkindly: "You'll have to get outer this, ma'am: they want to lay tbe hose here. Here, hurry up! This way!"

Resol tely clingingtothe chair, Violet and Jimmy were pushed down tbe street. "We'll have to carry tbe chair home •urselves, Jimmy," said Violet "there's no use trying to look for a wagon—good gracious I"

What's tbe matter?" cried Jimmy. "Confound the fools!" It was only that some sportive souls among tbe firemen bad turned the hose «u their comrades over tbe street Violet and Jimmy, being in a direct lino with tbe comrades, wore drenched to tbe skin. "Nothing but water!" said Violet "but I never did fancy shower baths. Jimmy, the man was right we'd better get away from here."

Jimmy looked at the chair. Its awful heavy let's leave it in a saloon they're open." ifc/'Nevor," said Violet "it's not going •at of my sight again. Here, boy," addressing a stout lad in tbe crowd, "I'll give you a dollar if you 11 help us carry this chair-home." "All ri# said tbe boy.

Hegrif .)dat Jimmy, whom he knew, and too% .e chair by tbe arm. They way to the coiner. The boy's •*W ana ready profanity cleared assisted as they were by his of tbe chair corners as a bat*I\let wjis a devout church-

He did not tell him not to desperate feeling that tllowable, in the present the chair. Torn, dlsbeveith muddy water, the the fo\ir, for does not one?—emerged from 4 uiot and star-lit streets no fire. Violets own rable. Little streams of rom her noaked Bkirts shed into a shapeless unintentional collis-and-ladder company, ilseon her cheek (siae and a never exr'~"

A nose. But*» as wooden w* •f'Was jjie 1 the j*eritb *wve

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ut ttf IrjirfcauHu tm Mrs. Thei |be departed" to get )Ti

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4^ wb. FinUy's id Mrs. Fini.ay night of the fire, an through the fire-' unsuspecting, she breakfast. Tom ai

oae, but Francis ng absolutely trai' Um. Fin lay took

his lighted'pipe rappVng-paper. asushes!

.dacha, ttje disturbed.

.9. languid "but ie down to a late the boys were in waiting, look,n bis solemnity, the Wren ham a plate of oatmeal crearir»-jug in the her. "Ahr cried .dtbe paper higher 1 her face. He made with the cream-jug. fire last night, Fran

Francis, wil

fn one band and other, stood watchil Mrs. Fiulay. She] Francis could nota a gesture of despai •Were you at th

cis?" cauie from behind the paper. "Yes, ma'am. was. ma'am, said Francis, his pent-«B feelings relieving themselves in a heavy and ir repress!bl sigh. "It aint no use, ma'am it's all gone! When I got there, everything blsxlng. And they say, ma'am the janitor set it afire himself. He was areeling round there drunk's a lord— begging your pardon, ma'am and he locked the doormao they couldn't get in!'

Mrs. Finlay put the paper down. She might have been a shade paler, but Francis could see no change in her expression. Yet, behind this calm mask a sharp struggle was going on. This stupid and barwiroastown, after railing at her and slandering her for years, had •apped its aJMperaUon by destroying her most jMcious possession! Her aervee tingled was irritation. But the blood of generation of Puritans did not low la Emily FinlayHi veins for nothing. She bad as robust a conscience as Ibe beet of tfcin, although it was Illumined by moAmpuritanic lights. After all. she reatSped, tbe Wreuham people had burnedftip their own treasures as well as hers^certainly, they had intended •o harm. "Miss Diintata," announced Francis, interrupting the inward colloquy between anger and justice. "Show ner in here," said Mrs. Finlay. She remembered that Violet bad oppoeed •Id Judson's appointment, and greeted fcer with actual warinvh. ••You see, I know at," she said touchtag tbe newspaper. "I am so very sorry for you."

Violet looked pale and dejected, she did not Uft her eyes ter voloe trembled she answered: "But your chair is gone I was down tbere this morning, uid couldn't find •ven a piece of it. Aad we persuaded too to send it!" "But you couldn't know what was to happen," aaid MM Finlay, gently "it wasn't jeor fsnll ••Master James lubbard," said Francis, appearing agdn in the door-

Jimmy bid *nceremonlooaly bo

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Be began a carefully conned speech in breathless haste. He was sorry to come so early in the morning but Me saw Miss Durham and wanted to come, also "because," cried Master Jimmy, growing red in tbe face and forgetting bis speech, "I knew she wonlda't say any thing about what she did, and it was all old Judson'a fault, 'cause be changed

the tarpaulin, and we oosldn't see through the smoke, and we hauled it out, and she got wet through, and the hose-cart smashed her hat, and Frits Muller and she and me. we carried it to ber house, and then, after all, it waa Mrs. Cody's chair!"

Mrs. Finlay listened with evident emotion. ,, "Do you mean you ran into the burning building for my chair she cried. "Risked your Uvea?" "That's about the aize of it, said Jimmy. Then more in detail he recounted tbe night's adventure. When he finished, Mrs. Finlay turned to Violet. "How brave you were!" she exclaimed. "I promised to take care of the chair," said Violet, with a little rueful smile, "and you see I failed, after all." A "What could you havedonemore?" "Well, we might have picked out tbe right chair, you know," said Jimmy, impartially "but it was so smoky." "You took the one with the tarpaulin you couldn't know. Believe me, I am most grateful for-Iwhy, Miss Darbam!

For Violet overcome by the long strain on ber nerves, and the reaction after a night spent in picturing her reception, each picture portraying more humiliating explanations than the last, had sunk into a chair and turned very white. Jimmy, in distress, threw the contents of the crwam-jug in her face happily tbe jug was almost empty, and Mrs. Finlay instantly repaired damages with a finger-bowl. "Doa't —bother," implored Violet faintly "I'm not going to—do anything But I was so sorry, and you are so kind, and it is all so—different!"

We thought you'd be awful mad," Jimmy explained, with calm suavity. "We were unjust to you," said Violet "I—I think I have always been unjust to you." "We have been unjust to each other," answered Mrs. Finlay. "Can't we try all our acquaintance over again, don't you think?"

She looked up into Violet's face with a charming smile, but ber eyes were wet and when Violet took the band that was extended to her, she could not speak because of tbe lump in her throat.

Then Jimmy, who bad been absorbed in meditation remarked: "Well, I guess there wont be any trouble 'bout getting the insurance that's one good thing."

Violet must either laugh or cry it was just as well she could 1 ugh. Mrs. Finlay laughed with ber. "And then," said Jimmy, describing the interview to his mother afterward, "thep Mr. Finlay came in, and they Wanted us to sit down and have breakfast but, of course, I wouldn't. And, mother, I'm going there to luncheon to-morrow. And I don't believe Mrs. Finlay cared much about tbe chair, 'cause she didn't say another word about it."

When they were all gone, Tom Finlay put his arm around his wife's waist. He was smiling but, for once, she found nothing to quarrel with in his smile. He ouly said "Milly, I was in the conservatory, and beard it all. I am tremendously proud of you." "Because I wasn't cross?"said Emily. "But I had no right to be cross."

wnh a quick TOOvemantT|',I have been Irorria about Wrenharn*%nd atxnit— about Miss Durham. Tom, I wish you had told me that you asled her to marry you."

Tom opened bis eyes. 4-ButI never did, Mijjly* Jftboughtof ing it once but I found out she liked vebody else better, so I held my £jdgiie. Then I saw you, and was glad enough I had. Milly, you weren't "Yes, I was,Tom," murmured Emily, .hiding her head on his shoulder "I was just so stupid."

Tom held her close she felt she quickened beating of his heart, and she said: "I shall never be—stupid about Miss Durham again. She is no nice, and she was so brave about the chair." "The poor chair!" said Tom. "Milly, I am sorry."

Mrs. Finlay pulled her husband's head down to ber own level and kissed bis hair.

If you are sorry, Tom." she whispered, "then I do not mind." Nevertheless, she is not ungrateful to tbe chair's memory. It is perhaps a fan-Ctfiil-'notion, but she feels as though it died-for. her happiness. A water color eketl'h of .ft" hangs in her chamber, and she ba^. when she looks at it, an emotion of almost personal gratitude. She returned the insurance money (which duly came to her) to the managers of the museum, accompanyingthe money with a sympathetic note. The note made a favorable impression. Wren ham has come to the conclusion that Mrs. Finlay has her good points. It only remains to add that Tom Finlay has no cause to complain of his wife's coolness to the Durbams and that James Hubbard is the proud possessor of anew aud most gorgeous gold watch.

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ALAS!

Once in a garden bloomed a bud .: That never turned to perfect rose

It died before it« fragrant leaves Could ope and all Its sweets disclose* Once in a neart a dream there slept

That n«ver woJte to real bliss. Once, touched by love, red lips grew warm But never met tbe longed-forUs*

Alas! for bud that never knew What Joy it is a rose to be. Alas! for tender dream that ne'er

Became a glad reality. Alas! for lips by kiss unclaimed, Alasl alas! for thee and me. —Margaret Ey tinge.

Old Year Shadows

FARKIl

FANNIE ISABELLE SHERWICK.

In the city the long streets were ablaze with yellow gaslight, and the silver glow of tbe electric lights, swung outward into tbe night drove the shadows far away. But into the still white country they crept, and the tall trees *f the forest held out ghostly arms to greet tbem. It was a weird night—a fitting time for the old year to die—with only the wind to wail his requium, and only the stars to watch over bis white grave.

In ber father's lonely country home the daughter of farmer Matthews is watching. Her face is pale and worn, and her dark eyes are heavy with long weariness and watching.

On the bed a child sleeps, one white arm thrown up restlessly against the pillow. The flush of fever is upon her white face, and its hot breath upoa her

Nora Wade presses her lips upon the tangled mass of golden hair that sweeps the pillow and cries softly. For a fortnight 'those baby arms have clung to her neck ceaselessly, the sweet voice sobbing "Mamma! mamma!" until her heart is almost broken. For days she has

fought

the cruel fever, but still it

saps up tbe life-blood of her darling. Into a fitful slumber she has fallen, and for the first time in many weary days Nora is free from the cares of those clinging armB.

For along time she sits there motionless, scarcely breathing lest she should disturb the child's slumber and then, as she sees how quiet the sleep has grown her heart gains hope, and she steals away to the window, where the curtain half drawn reveals the beautiful world without.

No words come from her lips as she sees that white-rdbed, silent world yet her silence is a prayer, a voiceless offering to tne white, invisible throne in the star-jeweled world above.

Just then a soft footfall is beard upon the stairs, and Mrs. Matthews enters. "Is she still sleeping she asks, looking toward the child. "Yes," Nora answered in a whisper and then ad her mother's arms are folded about her, she bows her head and weeps bitterly. "Don't cry, Nora be a brave woman. These sorrowscome to all of us, and we must bear them." "But I cannot. Mine is greater than I can bear," she cries, lilting up her head. "If Alice must die, then I have no wish to live." "No, Nora, don't say such words as those. You are tired and worn. When the morning comes you will have renewed hope and strength. Alice is sleeping the first quiet sleep she has had for mauy nights, and her quiet slumber brings with it a fresh hope. But you must rest, dear lie down here beside her fttt^^W^.ke^watc^^g

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ly. "I could not sleep it would be torture. You need it more th»u I do gO, I entreat you."

After much persuasion her mother leaves tbe room, and she sinks once more into the chair by the bed. She is tired of the old year, and she has no sorrow to know that it is dying. It has brought her only shame and misery.

On the small writing desk at her elbow two letters are lying. She picks them up mechanically crushing them between her white fingers. Again aud again she has read them, until the whole world seems centered in their burning words. Only a few lines mar the white pages, yet they tell the tale of ber sorrow, and as tbey have stained the unsullied pages so they have engraven upon her stainless heart the dark bitterness of sorrow and

Five years ago no happier bride ever left a father's home than she but ere the last year had reached its prime she had come home sad aud weary, with the weight of years upou her young head. All the beautiful young life was a wreck, and the child whoBe golden head was pillowed on her breast knew not her mother's sorrow.

Iu her happy home in the far-off city the first letter had come, falling into the deptbsof her tranquil life likea thunderbolt from heaven. She had shivered with terror as she had read its cob tents, and she bad flung it from ber and trampled beneatb her feet, refusing to believe in her husband's dishonor. Andoh, iMflflftil cruel hand indeed that had pennedwfe words, though it was the hand of her own uncle. "Nora Wade," he had written her coldly, "your husband has forged a note in my name. He has fled the city but if tbere is a law in tbe land 1 shall make him suffer its fullest penalty." For one mad moment she had almost cursed the man, though he was her father's brother, who had dared to fling this sudden sorrow upon her. But scarcely had she realised its truth ere another missive followed, more full of bitter poison than the first- It was tbe hardest blow of all, and her frail heart had almost broken uader tbe sudden burden, for the hand she loved best in all the world bad penned the cruel words. "Dear Nora," her husband had said,

God forgive me for the sorrow I have brought upon you, but you shall never look upon my face again. Tenapsed, I have fallen, and. sorrow-stricken 1 leave my home never to enter it again. Teach Alice to forget me—and teach your own heart, Nora to look upon me as dead."

Is it any wonder that for long weeks afterward Nora Wade bad lain as one dead, and that when consciousness bad come she had longed to die? Months afterward she was brought back to the home of her childhood, and there they had nursecf her back to life. But tbe days were to her but meaningless shadows, and had it not been for the little life that grew brighter and sweeter every day in tbe peace of the old farm-bouse, she would willingly have fallen into tbe sleep that knows no waking.

Now she sits in the shadow of tbe darkened room, living again through the scenes of tbe past year. But all the fierceness of ber old rebellion haa died away, and she feels only a weary, weary twin that knov* no surcesse.

She looks upon the lovely child-face before ber with a great tenderness In hear mother eves which Is yet half a terror. What If 'those baby lipa should never lint her name again—what if those dimpled hands should never press her toos sgain la the long, lonely y**rs to cooier And the sweet voice! Would the old home ever he glad sgain without IU ringing echoes? Not only her own heart she knows will break, but the old beavta, too, that have grafted their hap

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piness upon ibe tender, beautiful blosBom. But no! She drives the thought away. Surely God will leave her this—this one wee flower that has blossomed upon ber cross. In h^r sleep the child sobs ber name, and Nora takes tbe dainty golden bead in her arms, kissing the flushed cheeks and soothing the wee sufferer to sleep again* And with tbe baby arms around ber neck, she sinks herself in a troubled restless slumber..

Farmer Matthews, riding along the country road that lead from the city into the lonely country beyond, is not without a alight fear, for tbe twilight has fallen, and it growa darker every moment. Still tbe white earth reflects tbe fading light, and the stars seen now and then through the cloudy spaces oast a faint glimmer upon tbe glistening road. Old Dobbs knows tbe way well, however, and he jogs along placidly, scarcely heeding the keen wind as it sweeps across the snow drifts, though it blinds him momentarily.

But Farmer Matthews is not alone. By his side sists a young physician, whose stalwart form does not shrink from the cutting blast. "I hardly thought you'd come," says the old farmer. "I kinder hated to ask you, you seemed to be enjoyin' yourself so mightily but Alice was so sick, and the women folks—mother and Noralost all faith in the old doctor, so I thought tbere'd be no barm in comin' to see anyhow."

The old man's voice trembles a little He is thinking of the frail little form that has lain so helplessly on tbe pillow for many, many days, and. the little voice whose music has been well-nigh hushed forever.

Of course I'd come," answers the young man. "How could you think I wouldn't? Don't I owe my life J* you I would be ungrateful, indeed, did I not remember the day when you took me, a stray waif, into your heart and home. It was long ago, but I owe all I am and all I have to-day to you, and what would I not do for you and yours!" "God bless you for the good will, my boy," the old man says ana then there is a silence between them, broken only by the sound of the horse's' hoofs upon the crisp white snow.

But as they turn a bend in the road the old man turns to bis companion. We've a lonely patoh of woods ahead keep your eyes ana'ears open." "Yes, I am prepared lor it." The young man takes two glittering objects from his pocket. "I fancy any prowling rascals would.not like to make tbe acquaintance of these."

He replaces the revolvers safely in their hiding place as old Dobs plunges bravely into the woods. A ghostly place it is, with the tall trees holding out long white arms and tbe weird shadowa falling across the winding road. "Hark! what's that?" The young physician lays his band upon the old man's arm. Tbey both listen for a moment, but only the sighing of the wind comes through the forest. "I surely heard a moan," says the ^ounger man. "It could not have been tbe wind."

Old Dobs suddenly pricks up his ears and shies violently to one side |f the road. "Hellow!" cries the farmer, "What tbe matter with Dobs

But tbe young mgn has already sprung to tbe ground. "There's something in the road," he says. "Give me the lantern quick. Surely it is a man fallen itato the snow drifts." He takes a small vial cifowhJrife,tjnan's throat then tbey lift him carefully into the wagon. "Drive aa fast as you can the young man says. "If you are home within the hour we may s?ve him."

Au hour later Nora Wade, watching in the darkened chamber, is aroused by the touch of a friendly hand. "Nora," he says, softly. "Oh, Joe, it is you? she cries. "You have come to save my darling. You will save her, won't you She looks at him piteously, her every word a sob. "I will try," he says. Years ago in their happy childhopd he would nave laid down his life for

Nora—what

When the ifirtrtiipg breaks and the gray dawn oftbe new year steals across the white fields he takes Nora's hand in his. "Your chHd will live," he says.

Her large eyes speak their gratitude— ber lips are dumb. "Leave her to your mother," he says, "for a little while, and come with me."

His words are imperative and she followed bim in silence down the stairs into tbe sitting-room below.

Upon the lounge a rban iittf, bis eyes closed in slumber. The fair hair is tossed backward from a finely chiseled face, but tbere is a weariness upon it that is ad to ok on

With a saddened cry Nora falls beside him. But ere tbe words upon ber lips are spoken she loses consciousness and for hours knows no more. All the weary nigbts of watching have flung their burden upon her and she is powerless to rally. "You have killed her," tbe old man says as the young physician lifts her in bis arms. "No," he answers, "joy never kills.'

The first weeks of the new yea* have away, bringing with them golden of life and love. With

reasures

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And Grandma Matthews, pausing in her knitting to look upon the happy group, wipes away the moisture from her eyes, spying softly to herself. "And a little child shall lead them."

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Through tbe long hours of the night he watches with her| noting-JeveVy change in the fair baby f«»oe upon the pillow, now and then stealing from the room to attend his patient below, whom he has left in Mrs Matthews charge.

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year all the shadows have gone—and all its sorrows. It is a pleasant group that is gathered in Farmer Matthew's cozy sitting-room in the bright glow of the red firelight. Alice, sitting in hermothar'slap, laughs gleefully at the bright pictures grandpa Is showing ber in the Mother Goose book, repeating after him the jingling rhymes that seem to take ber fancy. He laughs, too, as she lisps them in ber quaint, baby fashion, and Nora, laying her white bands upon tbe golden head, looks up with a smile into tbe pale, handsome face above her. Wife and mother, she looks from one to the other of ber treasures, with a glad, satisfied love.

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Crick,Sprains,Wreoelua, Bhte matlwn. Neuralgia, Pleurisy P&lns, Stitoh In the Side, Backache, Swollen Joints Heart Disease, Bore Mueln

SHARP PAINS

Fain In the Cbect, and an pains and achea either loaal or tfeep-seaied are instantly relieTed and speedily eared the well-known

Bap JPImsttr.

Sop Ptawten

Compounded, as

the medicinal Tirtnes of fresh Hops, Ooma, Balsams aa* Extracts, it is Indeed th* best pain-killing, rtiinnlattaa Soothing and strengthening Porom Plaster er«r

are sold by aD drooeistaand oonntry

15 cents or five for fl.ML

Wt wms ot itTVtvt Jlailcd on reoeipt of •rice.

HOP

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PLASTER

Proprietors and Manufacturers, Boston,Hasa.

tyOoaicd tongue, b*d breath, soar stomach and ltriij, disease cured by Hawle£|a8toinaahjandIlTarPllla^ill^ p:-s

CATAH HHgs Balm

when applied by the flnaer into the nostrils, will be ab.sorbftl, alfectuallr cleansing the head of catarrhal virus, causing healthy secretions. It allays inflaSnation, protects the membrane of the nasal oassxge8 from additional colds, completely- heals the sores .and restores sense taste and smell.

JAMBfrW*

llAY'FEVbn

Not a Liquor or

SnulT. A few applications relieve. A thorough treatment will cure. Agreeable to use. Send for circular. Price 60 cents, by mail or at druggists. ELY'S BROT111SRS Druggists, Owego. N. Y.

Will be mailed BDBE

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It contains illustrations, prices,

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Office and works on south Fourth Street. (Patented M«y IStli, 187T-Feb. 26th. 1878. Two patenta Dec. 20th 1882.) 6. J. AUSTIN, Patentee.

FROM THE PRESIDENT

OF BAYLOR OHIVERSITY.

Independence, Texas, Sept. 26, Gentlemen

Ayer's Hair Vigor

Has been used in my household for three reasons':— 1st. To preTent falling out of the hair 2d. To prevent too rapid change of color. 3d. Ajr a dressing.

It has given entire satisfaction In neif instance. Tours respectfully,

from uncleanly, dangerous, or injurious sub» •tannin It prevents the hair from turning gray, restores gray hair to its original eolac, prevents baldness, preserves tbe hair aad promotes iu growth, cures dandruff and all diseases of the hair and scalp, aad H, at the same time, a very superior aad desirable dressing.

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Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mast*

Sold by all Druggists.

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GRATEFUL—COMFORTING.

EPPS'S COCOA

BREAKFAST.

"By a thorough knowledge of the natural laws which govern the operations of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful appliestion of the fine properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr" Ep^ fias provided our breakfast tables with a delicately flavored beverage which may save us 'many heavy doctonr bills. It is by the Judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resW every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtie maladies are floating-around us ready tf attack wherever there is a weak point. We $ may escape many a fatal shaft by keepiag ourselves well fortified with nurebiood anda properly nourished frame. —[Civil Service Gazette.

Made simply with boiling water or ml* Sold in tins ouly (Wb. aml lb.) by Groceis, labeled thus: James F|»p* A o., Homoeopathic Chemists, London,England

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