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A nameless gtrl waif on the London wharves overhears a plot between Putty, the landlord of Mariner's Joy. a confederate named Drlgo and a stranger known Taras, to help some deserters escape from a snip. Hi CHAPTER II—The deserters arrive, a scuffle Iff® ensues in the barroontof the Joy, ana Taras i# disappears. Ill and IV-After a vain hunt Hp for Taras the waif is led by a strange sound fill to a cellar beneath the bar. Following the fe clew, she finds Taras Imprisoned and releases him through means of an old robber tunnel from the cellar to the wharf. V—Putty and $©S Drlgo discover the escape and cut off the si® waff in the tunnel, but she takes terrible revenge on them and 1s befriended by Taras

CHAPTER VI. THE LAST RESOUBCE.-

I awoke with a feeling of overpowering rfMk heat and suffocation. The bedclothes had been drawn over my shoulders, and my head, sinking from the pillow, had buried ®f W6 my face beneath them. But before this v«/i unusual condition was discovered another explanation presented itself to my half awakened imagination. I was at the bot^v torn of a burning pit. Drigo and Putty were there, struggling with each-other and trampling me beneath them in their frantic few/a

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to escape, and Taras was looking

down at me with that stern severity which I had seen but once in his face. He would mnot stretch out his hand to save me, but S'*- ,/ with the same unbending expression turned psi 5 his head and slowly walked away.

I Htarted up, looking about me wildly. The Are had burned down. Only a few embers glowed in the grate. The lamp was turned down its light fell upon some food spread upon the table.

Then I realized my position. My face and hands were wet and clammy with heat and terror. That terrible, warn'i ing dream haunted me. Wbatshouldldo?

The thought of lying down again to sleep was repugnant to me, with the dread of I dreamiug again. It must be nearly morn-..

Ing for the fire to have burned so low. In a little while that fair haired woman and her husband would come with friendly greetings. He would press my hands and she kiss my cheeks again. I was not unconscious of the kindness and generosity that animated them, and yet the prospect of meeting them was, I knew not why, as repugnant to me as the idea of sleeping again in their bed.

Walking across the room, my eye fell upon some children's toya and a doll upon a shelf. They perplexed me with a new and unaccountable fear. Turning to the mantelpiece I saw a photograph in a frame hanging on the wnjl. It was a child, the owner of the doll and playthings on the Bhelf—perhaps the fair haired woman's child. At that supposition tho cause of my repugnant fear was revealed to me, and remembering the word of Taras I said to myself: "This is tho honest woman and the good man who would shrink from me. This is the child whose lips I may not kiss.

I asked. Let them shun me. their kindness or friendships? world is good enough without

them while Taras smiles. But how long will he smile? By this time the firemen

have found the charred bodies, and every one Is talking of the tragedy at the Mariner's Joy. Soon enough, in a few hours, tho news will reach Tarns, and he will know what I have done—know that I am a murdercr.- Then he, too, like the Taras in my prophetic vision, will turn his back on me without one gleam of pity and go away. 4 Should I

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rose in wild protest. That dream should not be realized that pitiless look should not forever haunt my life.

With these thoughts running through my fevered imagination, I hunted about. the room for the sodden rags I had taken off. They were gone. The woman had removed them with the determination that I should not wear them again. Well, I would take those she had given me to wear. It mattered little whether they were a gift or not. It would not add greatly to their loathing to know that the murderess was a thief ns well. I put on the shoes she had left and took a woolen shawl as well to wrap about my head then opening the door cautiously that no noise might awaken the sleeping household I found my way down stairs by the glimmer of light that came from below.

The shop was before me, but on the right of the stairs was a half open door. The light was in that room, and glancing in I saw Taras stretched ou a couch asleep. I could go no farther. The thought that 1 should look upon his face no more seemed to take away all power from my mind and body, and I stood there dazed with that sense of titter bereavement., until impelled by a wild desire 1 passed into the room and drew quite close to him

I sank upon my knees and put my face so close to his that I felt his breath upon my cheek, but 1 could not see him for the tears that blinded rue. My lingers hung quivering over him, for I yearned to touch him, yet dared not. My tears ran down my cheeks aud fell upon the floor. Then I could see him. The same sweet kindness was on his face that had wakened my soul from its lethargy. "That is what I will remember all my life," said to myself as I rem. His watch lay on the table, and beside it a ring I had noticed on his finger whili I was cutting the cord that bound his hands. I took

After awhile knew by the 1 liues of carts and barrows, the voices of porters and colters and the smell of fV:-. that 1 must be near Billingsgate markei, „nd soon after 1 saw the monument looming in theyt Hovr fog- I crossed the bridge and went down the steps into Tooley street, not with any definite object, but because the thick darkness down there seemed to offer oblnio: Fiadius myself at thj foot of th step*, 1 tote off a of trimming my dresa. aud passing it through Tarns* ring I tied it round my neck, hiding the ring in my bosom. SjV.I have but the faintest recollection of -V ^^hat happened during the day, my mind being UK) seared by previous events to be sensitive to slight impressions. 1 remember feeling wretched and hungry and tick

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for a keepsake. There was fog tn the street, but the coppery background to tho line of housetops and the quick, heavy tread of men going to work showed that it was morning. I had no knowledge of the neighborhood, but that did not trouble me. My only object was to get away from Taras and hide myself where he could never come to kill ray happy memories with a reproac*

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with the fatigue of walking. wandered on because I found no place to rest until hazard led me into Greenwich park about dusk. There I fell asleep on a bench.

It was raining when I awoke, but it was too dark to distinguish anything, even the trees, and I could not sleep again for shivering with cold and the aching of my body. So I sat there in dull resignation, watching the daylight come and marking one by one the heavy drops as they plashed on the bench beside me, falling from the boughs above, until goaded by hunger I threw off my lethargy and went down into the town.

It was still early, but the coffee shops Were open, their windows clouded by the warmth within. The first one I entered was full of customers, and the man serving them was so busy that he scarcely glanced at me in replying to my bumble appeal for food. "Oh, I ain't got the time to attend to beggars—out you go!" said he, bustling along with his hands full of empty cups.

The next one was less crowded, and a woman was in the kitchen before the flaming fire. She turned round, setting her hands on her hips, and looked me down from head to foot as I asked her to give me something to eat and drink. "I ain't got no money, but I'll do a job of work for it," I said.

Had I worn my old rags she would certainly have given me something, for these people are never wanting in charity of that kind, but the dress I wore excited her mistrust. "Ain't got no money," said she, "and you dressed like that with a gown good enough for me. Why, what have you done?" and as I made no reply she continued: "You're run away from service and done something wrong. Don't tell me. You've got it in your face. You wouldn't look so wild if you hadn't done a mischief. No, my gal, I don't employ yomig women of your sorthigh heeled boots and all—and you can take 'no' for an answer and go."

The fog which sheltered me from observation the day before had given place to a driving rain, and now as I plodded on through the streets every one noticed me. Two factory girls, with the fringe and gaudy ostrich feathers of their class, stopped, gaping, right before me. "Oh, my Lor, look at her, Lizl" said one, and then as I pissed she broke forth into a shriek of laughter and derision..

The spectacle was grotesque enough to excite coarse wit—a girl, with melancholy madness in her face, dragging slowly along the street in the drenching rain, and respectably dressed. That did not occur to me then. I was too dejected to heed ridicule or to ask myself what there was in my misery that seemed ludicrous.

I walked out still farther.

When I grew dizzy and felt too weak to walk, I turned down a bystreet, hoping to find another bench where I might rest a little. But I had walked away from the park, and the by street only led me into a desolate waste, broken by a few squalid houses in scattered blocks, a gas works and here and there in the dim horizon a factory shaft Not a bank to sit on—not even a railing to rest against—nothing but a level stretch of mud and refuse thinly patched with tufts of grimy nettles and withering grass, an ocher sky above and a distance gray with the slanting rain.

I plodded on doggedly—why should I go back—with my head down, like a jaded beast, sometimes closing my eyes to shut out the surroundings which seemed to add to the sick loathing within me, stumbling in rough places, careless whether I fell or not, benumbed, dozed, more asleep than awake.

The howl of a tug aroused me, and lifting my head drowsily I found that I was by the aide of the river, separated from it only by a narrow causeway and a strip of oozy shingle. The factories on the other side were half hidden in their own smoke, beaten down by the rain. The line of shore upon this side was unbroken save by a hulk that stood aground at some distance. I saw the tug slide away into the murky cloud that hung over the river and watched th« swell it made flow up the shingle and recede, flowing again and falling in diminishing waves until the last ripple faded away, leaving the stream as still as a pond under the steady rain.

It was time to go on again, now that there was nothing more toAotioe. Which way should I go? I asked myself, and then. Where should I go, and why? Neither shelter nor food was to be got by walking, nothing but aching pain In body and sotiL Better to stop here and rest. A wisp of straw came into sight, floating down with the stream so «t-iiy that I envied its condition. To lie upon th© water and knowing nothing, feeling nothing, to pass away in endless sleep, surely that must be good. It would not be colder to lie in the river than to stand shivering in the rain. Nothing could be worse than living:

I walked down the shingle and stood in the water. It seemed warm to my feet. I walked out still farther, and my limbs csaseti to shake under me. What a fool I had been to endure such misery, with this alternative hand! I went out more swiftly till the water lifted me from my feet, and I felt myself going on and on without

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exertion. I put my iiauua up to my breast to see if the ring was there and clMj)|d them upon It to keep it safe.

Then outof the darkness that clo'Sed over me the grave, kind face of Taras cameinfco sight, and out of the rushing sound in my ears his voice spoke, I know ndt what, but with the toa&j I had beard bafore of soothing music. Everything was fading away like ideas at the approach of sleep, but at the very last the kind eytr, smiled as if Taras in those dying sounds were saying, "Farewell, little friend'."

CHAPTER VII.

"z:rt tl', *, "A NEW LIFE. T&rasre&d jn the summary of a morning .newspaper: 4 "An extraordinary case of attempted suicide came before 'the poor man's friend' yesterday and is reported in our columns.

The prisoner, a respectably dressed young woman not uninteresting in appearance seemingly, was seen to walk deliberately into the river off Greenwich marshes and was rescued only just in time for life to be restored. She has persistently refused to open her lips in reply to questions, and the only clew by which she may possibly be identified is a mysterious ring which was found worn on apiece of ribbon about her neck It's a man's ring made of wrought iron with the devise in Russian characters running around it, 'My life is tbin&'"

He found the report under the head of "Police Intelligence:" THAMES POLICE Co CIST.—A young woman, whose name, age, etc., yere marked "unknown" on the charge sheet, was brought up for having attempted to commit sidcide. Inspector Lewson explained that he had been onable to fill in the charge sheet, as prisoner had obstinately refused to answer questions nnri indeed h*d not spoken one word since she had been in custody. He could not say whether her silence was the result of perversity or inability to speak or to understand. The only indication of hor nationality was a man's ring made of wrought iron, which had been found on a strip of braid tied round her neck, and which had an inscription running round it in foreign characters which he believed were Greek. On the ring being' handed up to the magistrate he said the device was in Russian (and meant "My life is thine." Addressing the prisoner in this language the magistrate put several questions without' effect, prisoner maintaining perfect silence, though showing ths utmost anxiety to recover tho ring, and seizing it with savage delight when the magistrate had it passed over to her.

Inspector Lowson said that the prisoner wi«j seen from the Warspite police hulk stationed off Greenwich marches to walk deliberately into the river. A rescue crew was sent off at once, but prisoner was unconscious when picked up. He had been unable to gather any particulars respecting her, excepting that she had been seen in High street, Greenwich, early that morning, with no covering but a light wrap, and completely drenched with exposure to the heavy radn.

The magistrate again addressed the prisoner with his oustomary kindness and sympathy, but failing to obtain the slightest response remanded her, at the same time expressing a hope that the reporters would give publicityto the case in order that the prisoner's friends— If she had any—might come to her assistance.

The following is a description of the young woman: Height, 5 feet 5 inches probable age, 21 hair dark chestnut, eyeorows and lashes of a deeper shade eyes dark brown, features long. Irregular, delicate, but pinched and hardened by privation Angers long dressed in gray stuff dress, plain but well made, but obviously too large for her slight figure high heeled button boots, also too large ears unpierced, and no ornament whatever except the above mentioned ring.

Taras came to me—with what dispatch I can imagine, knowing his unhalting swift

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to relieve distress. I was brooding in the police cell, seated on my bed with my chin resting in my hands, when I heard the grating in the door moved. I had been visited already, questioned and lectured enough, and I sat there motionless under this last inspection in sullen determination to let nothing move me. But at the worqs, "That is she," 1 started to my feet^j A instant recognizing the voice of Tar**fancP waited while the door was being opened for him to enter with such trembling fear as I had not felt before the magistrate who might send me to a prison or.a madhouse. Did he, too, regard it as a crime to try to end one's misery? Had he come to reproach me with my sins? I hung my head, feari ^g to read my condemnation in his face. "My little friend," he said.

The true ring of sympathy in his voice, the look of tender compassion I found in his eyes as I lifted mine, told me that he forgave me, and with an involuntary cry of joy I caught the two hands that he held out to me.

He spoke to the warder, who after a little hesitation withdrew, leaving us alone. Then I whispered to Taras "You've heered all about it." "As much as I want to know," he replied. ''And you don't mind?" ft fI mind so much as this—that if I can make life endurable to you I will." "I won't do it again if you tell me not to. I'll bear anything—I've made my mind up to it. Will you come and see me again?" "See you again Why, you don't think 1 mean to leave you here?" "I,didn't know. Do you think you can get me off?" "There's very little difficulty about that." "He's lef the door ajar,'and if I onoet gets in the street"— I stopped, for a smile on his face told me that he did not intend to get me off in this way. -jSi "There's no need to run the gantlet," said he. "The magistrate is a good and reasonable man, I will tell him all I know about you." Then he stopped, seeing my dismay at this proposal. "Don't you want me to tell him?" he asked. "I don't mind—not much. Do what you like. I won't complain. Only he won't let me off—he can't. Preaps as you're a foreigner you don't know that In this country what I've done is ah an gin job." "Whatl" he exclaimed, with another gmilai "hang a girl for trying to kill herself?"

I saw that we were playing at cross purposes, and after a minute's silence I said: "I thought you knew all, but you don't, I thought it 'ud 'a' been in all the newspapers and every one a-talkin about it. I was a-goin to tell you at first, but I turned It off when I see you look at me so terrible. But I'll tell you now, 'catuse I can't bear to think I ain't actin square with you—you're so kindlike to me. Only you won't be too angry with me, will you? And you'll come and see me again one of these days *fore it's all up wi' me, hey?" "Tell me what you mean, little friend, for heaven** sake!"1 he said earnestly. "I done for 'em, not like I made out, but real done for 'em. 1 smashed the foreigner with a stone and shet'em^ both down in the hole and set the cellar all afire—true as heving I did." And then I narrated in detail what took place after I had let him down by the chain and before I rejoined him on the stairs.

He listened in mute amazement, with set features, but with such gentleness melting in his eyes that, having finished my story, 1 found cxmrage to toocb iiis arm and say, "Yon ain't a^goin to shrink from me for doin what I didn't know you wouldn't like, are you?" "God forbid," be said, pressing my hand. "If you did this thing, I am responsible— not you—and if punishment is to follow I will take my full share."

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Holding my iumd, as if to assure me of the bond of fellowship, he stood for some moments silent^ in thought. Then, after putting a few rapid questions to me, his face brightened and he said: "I am hopeful, little friend. That Mongolian head is too hard to be smashed by the slight fall of that stone. The lamp upset en the earthen floor of a brick cellar would not bold sufficient benzine to set fire to the floor above. If the house had been burned down, the bodies of those two rascals would have been unearthed, and the tragedy ^oaid not have escaped the notice of .EP IDS in the Minories. I will go out the truth. If the men are .1 come Tiack and give myself up lice for my share in the murder. are not, you shall leave this ceil ""a. In any case I will see you agiu soon."

The cab that brought him stood outside the station. He sprang in, telling the driver to go to Sweet Apple lane. Ashe neared Ferryboat stairs his first hope was realized. The Mariner's Joy still stood The shutters were down. He stopped th® cab, and a minute after stood on the spot where he had been thrown down and overpowered a few nights before. There his second hope was partly gratified. Putty stood behind the bar with one arm in a «Hng, a patch over his eye and otherwise looking rather the worse for recent events, but still alive. At the sight of Taras standing there before him with that strong, resolute face and formidable proportions, bis jaw fell. "You ain't a-goin to round on us, master, are you?" he asked in atone of abject remonstrance. "It wasn't no fault of mine. I didn't know what they was after. And •look here, I've had a pretty good doin for it one way and another—what of gettin my aye pretty well knocked out, and my arm a-nigh broke, as you may say, along of that feller arfallin all the way down that hole a-top of me, to say nothin of getting burnt here and there and all down there, and a new

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Internal injuries as causes me that ill convenience I can't sleep a wink all night. And got nothin for it neither. Why, I'm bless'd if I don't wjsh I hadn't never seen the lyin, ugly hound with his hump back." "Where is he now?" asked Taras sternly. "Well, that's more 'an I can tell you, master, and I'd round on him if I could— that's as true as heving, for he ain't paid me a farthin for all the damage done, to say nothin of what he promised, which comes of trustin spies and bein a fool not to stand by you as are a real gentleman and won't be too hard on a poor fellow, I know. However, it's a comfort to know as he got his jimmy cracked by that ere flagstone a-wallopin down^on him and serve him right and won't be-able to show his ugly face outside a house for weeks to come through gettin burnt along of the lighted ile 10 times wus 'an me, and I give him a tidy dressin down, too, though if you only knew what I suffered down that hole and well nigh drownded, too—the pair of us— and then as near suffocated with smoke as it don't matter what, afore ever we managed to get up out of the cellar"

Taras waited to hear no more, but turned his back and left the Mariner's Joy without a word—doubtless not less to the astonishment than to the satisfaction of the apprehensive Putty.

From Ferryboat stairs Taras hurried back to the Thames police court. It was still early. The magistrate was hearing applications in his private room. Taras sentjn his card, with a few words written below, and obtained an immediate interview, in which, with characteristic candor and directness, he briefly told what he knew of my history, leaving the magistrate to form his own conclusions as to the cause of my attempt to destroy myself, and offered to give sureties for my better behavior in the future. But before he had arrived at this point the magistrate wrote an order aud dispatched it to the station. The officer

Continued on Third Page.

Pussy's "Good Morning."

One night, just as Mabel was being put to bed, she told her nurse that she heard a soft "Scratch, scratch!" at her door. The nurse said she did not hear it at all. But Mabel said: "Hush! Now listen!" Both kept very still and plainly heard the sound agftin- Nurse opened the door, and there was a little kitten, who looked up, saying,

MMewl"

and then walked in, lifting her

paws high at each step. "Why," said the nurse, "that is the kitten that came to the kitchen door today. The cook thought her so gentle and pretty

that slic feave her some milk and let her stay.' She has come up to see you. Maybe she was some little girl's pet." "Will you keep her for me till tomorrow?" Mabel asked as the little kitten came purring about her feet. "Yes," said the nurse.

Next morning, when the nurse came to dress Mabel, the kitten came with her and jumped up on Mabel's lap, saying, "Mew, mew!" "What does she mean?" Mabel asked. "She means 'Good morning, Mabel, I'd lflra my breakfast,'" said the nurse, smiling.

But just then the kitten looked at Mabel's canary, "Dick," and said, "Mew, mew, mew J" very fast.

Then Mabel laughed and said: "I think you are a polite little cat to come and wish me good morning, and you shall have some breakfast. You can't have toy canary, Pussy, but I'll give yon a big bowl Of bread and milk."

Andtffe kitten had the bread and milk as soon as Mabel finished her own breakfast. perhaps the kitten did not mean that *he wanted to eat the canary, for before long the kitten and Dick—the canary—became good friends.—-St. Nicholas.

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No. 7 Western Ax* (V) am No. 5St. Louis Mall 10.11 am No. 1 Fast Line* (P) 2.20 I No. 21 St.. Louis Ex* (D&V) ..... 3.10 No. 18Eff. Acc H^Pm No. 11 Fast Mall* 9-01

LEAVE FOR THE EAST. JI:

No. 12 Cincinnati Express *(8) .gfel.20 a No. 6 New York Express (8«V). 2.20 am No. 4 Mall and Accommodation 7,16 am No. 20 Atlantic Express (DP&V). 12.47 a No. 8 Fast Line* 2.85pm No. 2 Indianapolis Acc 5.05

AKKIVK FROM TH® BAST.

No. 7 Western Express (V) ." 1.20 am $&£•. No. 5St. Louis Mail* 10.05am No. 1 Fast Line *(P) 2.05 pm No. 21 St. Louis Ex* (D&V) 8.05 No. 8 Mall and Accommodation 6.45 I No. 11 Fast Mall 9.00 $

ARR1VB FKOM THB WKST.

T. H. & L. DIVISION, ffi I||

1.BAVB FOR THB NORTH.

No. 52 South Bend Mall 8.20 am No. 50 Michigan Flyer ......... 1.00 No. 54 South Bend Express 4.00 pm

ARRIVE FROM THB NORTH.

No. 61 Terre Haute Express..... 11.45 am No. 63 South Bend Mall 7.80 pm No. 65 Southern Ex 9.45

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PEORIA DIVISION.

ARRIVE FROM NORTHWEST.

No. 78Pass Ex 11.00ami No. 70 Pass Mall A Ex ........ 7.00 LEAVE FOR NOBTHWTST. PFI No. 73 Pass Mall A Ex 7.05 a m"X%, No. 77 Pass

Ex. 8.26 pm

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No. fl Nash A C. Llm* (V) 4.80 am No. 2 T. H. A East Ex* 11.50 am No. 60 Accommodation* 6.00 No. 4 Ch A Ind Ex* (SAP) 10.50 .. No. 8 World's Fair Special* 4.20 nv

LIBAVB FOR SOUTH. FI

No. 8 Ch A Ev Ex* (8AP) 5.10 am No. 7 World's Fair Special* 11.66 a No. 1 Ev A Ind Mall 8.16 mm? No. 6Ch AN Lim* 10.00pm

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ARRIVE FROM SOUTH. I§§FW„

No.48 Worth Mixed, 11.00am No. 32 Mall A Ex 4.20 LEAVE FOR SOUTH. No. 88 Mail A Ex 8.50 a m1\ No. 48 Worth'n Mixed 3.20 m-»:

C. &c IE. X. ARRIVE FROM NORTH.

NO. 3 Ch A Fash Kx*(S) 6.00 am No. 7 World's Fair Special* (PAB). 1L60am ll No. 1 Ch A Ev Ex .......... 8.10 pm J] No. 9 Local Pass 9.10 No. 5 AN Lim (DAV) 10.06

LEAVE FOB NORTH. 01

No. 80 AN Lim (DAV) '."4.35am No. 10 Local Pass 7.30 am No. 2 HA Ch Ex 12.101 No. 8 World's Fair Special* (PAB) 4.27 pm No. 4 Nash A Ex»(8) 11.16

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GOIHO EAST

No. 12 Boston ANY Ex*....... 1.33 a A No. 2 Cleveland Acc. 7.25 am No. 18 Southwestern Limited*. -l?^6pm No. 8 Mall train*

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No. 7 Si, Loruis Ex* a No. 17Limited* ....... L50pm No. Accommodation 7.58 xa No. 9 Mail Train* .U.00am

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