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KINGS MOUNTAIN HERALD. KINGS MOUNTAIN, N. 0 7 T" a r teTVrHis it r r , TheAmbition I By HENRY RUSSELL MILLER . (Copyright, ml. br The SYNOPSIS. I Mirk Truitt, encouraged br his sweet hear. Unity Martin. leaves Bethel, hl native town, to seek hla fortune. Simon Truitt tells Mark that It long haa been hla dream to Ma a steel plant at Bethel and sake the eon to return and build one If he ever gets ti:h. Mark appllea to Thonuu Henley, head of the Qulnby Iron . works, for a Job and la aent to the con . atruotlon fang. Hla aucoeee In that work wlna him a place aa helper to Roman AndsreJaskl, open-hoarth furnace man. He becomes a boarder In Roman's borne and ' assists Plotr. Roman'a eon, In hla etudlea. Kasla, an adopted daughter, shows her : gratitude In such a manner aa to arouse . Mark's Internal In her. Heavy work In the Intense beat of the furnace causes Mark to collapse and Kasla cares for him. Later Human also sucrunibs and Mark gels hla job. Roman resents this and tells Mark to find another boarding place. Five yeara elapse during which Mark nas aavancea to the roremanst while his labor-saving devices have mi ; him Invaluable to the company. In the meantime Kasla has married one Jim Whiting. Mark meets with an accident which dor.ms him to he a rrlpple for life. He returns - to Bethel Intending to stay there. He finds Unity about to marry an other man and wlna her back. Unity urges him to return to his work In the city. Marlr rle-'S rapidly to wealth and . power In the steel business, but the so cial ambitions of his wife make their mar. rled life unhappy. The big steel Interests are secretly 'anxious to get holil of stock In the Ironuols Iron company, supposed to be worthless. Timothy Wondhouse seeka financial assistance from Mark and the latter , buys Woodhouse'a Ironuois stock at a ! small figure. Henley forces Qulnby to let Mark have stock In the ' Qulnbv comoanv through a threat tn; If he does not he will lose both of them. CHAPTER XV Continued. , It was the less satisfying because be foresaw the end of a chapter. He had spent himself: In body be was no longer carable of long Intense appli- cation, be bad fallen back upon the Invalid's last resort, drugs; In mind tbe creative faculty seemed dead, that very morning a young man in the mills had announced an Important Invention that was to have been Trultt's mag num opus and upon which bis sterile brain had labored In vain; In soul he could no longer dream. And for reward he had the dry fact of a tri umph he could not sense and tbe pros pect of an empty, useless, discontented future. He was a critic, you see; but not of himself. The world was out of Joint. Passers-by were diverted from their own cares by tbe sight of a well dressed man stamping bis cane on the pavement and muttering aloud "An evil fate pursues me. Other men do as I do, desire ar I desire and And .content. Why can't I be contented and happy?" A thousand faces streamed past him, rt " Unrecognized aud unrecognlzing. Then, "fat a corner where two currents " dammed, each other, appeared one ,. that seemed oddly familiar. It was of an undistinguished homeliness, pasty pale, morose, matching well the gen eral shabblness of Its owner. At first ' Mark, confused by the dirty brown beard, did not recognize him. Tbe man had no doubts. At sight of Mark, aa evil glitter Bprang Into the sullen eyes. v .You!- By the hate that had lived through fifteen years Mark placed him. "Plotr Andzrejzskl!" "Peter Anderson, the man cor- f reeled him. "That's a e-ruu) Amrfosn name fit forgotten vou had a nrnfflrencn ." Mark smiled and field out a friendly band. "How are you, Peter Anderson?" The hand was ignored. When Peter Anderson sneered, his homeliness be came almost grotesque. : "Since you're so Interested, I man age to keep alive." "How do you manage it?" "I'm a compositor on the Outcry- when there's any money for' an Issue, "The Outcry?" "You'll hear of it yet. It's the paper of our Cause. Mark knew of but one cause that employed the capital "Socialism, I suppose." He smiled Indulgently. "I hope It's in funds sufficiently often." "I look it, don't I?". r ' Tbe .answer was so obvious that Mark avoided It. "How,", he asked hastily, "Is Roman?" ; .. "He breathes and sleeps and eats. But he's dead." , i ,' Is jfaat a Socialist parable? I'm sot -a Socialist, so you'll have to, ex- mind's gone. It began to go soon after you stole bis Job. But prob ably you've forgotten that, too." "I have no recollection,11 said Mark coldly, "of any. such occurrence." Wjth a curt nod, he passed on. ' Ha had gone but a few atnna when 'I'jT - i baited and looked back, Peter, un V i-.'alndful of elbowing pedestrians, was jiu at tbe corner, glaring at him. . his steps. ' . , .; "Bee hers, Plotr," be said. "Let ui not use hard names. There are a good many things we'd never agree on. But ws can agree on this you're bard up, , ve been luckier thanynu. . What can y 1 do td help jronr'tTT: A L i .. iiotrs hps formed a suYiy, "Noth ing." But the'refueal did not fell. A look of transparent craft Misplaced malevolence. , .. "Do you mean that r' be asked sus piciously. v "I'm not In the habit' i. r don't care about your) habits, Flow interrupted ungraciously, "U of Mark Truitt V ' Au.hor of THE MATHIGHP.R UP," "HIS RISE 1U POWLR, Bobbs-Marrlll Company) you want to do something, you can lend me a hundred dollars." "Lend," evidently, was a euphem ism. "What will you do still, that's your business. Of course, I will. I wish you'd asked me something harder. Come along to the bank." The bank was a few blocks awSy. Mark Improved the time by asking the details of Roman's circumstances. Plotr, aullenness not lifted by the prospect of money, answered shortly. It was a pitiable story of descent of the gradual dissipation of tbe savings of Roman's active years and the swift failure, through Idleness and too much alcohol, of his mental powers, leaving blm and Hanka dependent upon Plotr's scanty and uncertain earnings. "Where," Mark asked, as they en tered the bank, "do you live now?" "Rose Alley." "Rose Alley!" Mark stopped short. "My God!" "What does your sort know of It?" "Quite enough. Come along." A few minutes later tbey were In the street again' Plotr the richer by the sum be bad asked. They stood facing each other the strong man who had conquered and the Inefficient, one of life's guerrillas, who had Just taken of the strong man's largess. But the Inefficient was not grateful; a hundred dollars could not conquer his hatred. Is poBe, he sneered, you want me to thank you?" . "No. If you need more, come to me. And, see here, Plotr, I want you to get Roman and your mother away from Rose Alley." "You want !" The money In his pocket,. Plotr threw craft to the winds. "What have you to do with us? Do you s'pose we'd let you help us?" "But you took " Plotr chuckled a chuckle of tri umphant malice. "Did you think it was for us?" The chuckle grew Into a laugh, as though he pondered some mammoth Jest. "You you have Just paid for the next Issue of tbe Outcry!" He wheeled and went ' haltingly away. Mark watched him until be turned a corner. ' "Poor devil!" Mark shook his bead pityingly. "He's mad." It was not Mark's habit to waste precious hours wandering the crowded city streets In Introspective medita tion. He now went to' the appoint ment with his lawyer to keep which he bad left Henley. v It was a long and tedious consulta tion, having to do with a big real es tate deal In which Truitt had shown bis customary shrewdness. He dis played little Interest - More than once Shirley, the lawyer, had to recall his straying attention.. Shirley was aston ished at this; his client was notable for his concentration on the matter In -hand. .' He would have been even more deeply astonished, could he have looked upon the picture that lured away Mark's thoughts. . But then, tor She Looked at Him Steadily, Showing No Surprise, Shirley, tbe name of Rose Alley would have raised to life no dead memories. Shirley's astonishment, however. reached Its climax at the close ot the consultation. It's a good deal," he remarked, "for you." Mark answered with a nod and opened another subject. "I don't sup pose Timothy Woodhouse left much." "Practically nothing." ' "How does our case, stand T" ' "We'll win it" "You're sure of that?" "Absolutely.' His estate will never push it to trial." v "Then settle It" Shirley whistled his surprise. "Has the philanthropic bee stung the whole Qulnby concern V. he grinned. "I wouldn't do that, though. - It would be an admission. As a lawyer, 1 couldn't advise " . "I don't ask advice. Settle It" ,; Shirley waved a concessive -band. It's your case, of courts. For how much? They'll take any figure." . For whatever you think fair. Not as a lawyer, however. Think of It," Mark smiled wryly, "as a gentleman It tbe word means anything to you." "It's your case," Shirley repeated. "But my notion-la, people will think you don't want the publicity tor so cial reasons. That aort of talk" Mark rose abruptly. "I can't help," he replied, with an Impatient frown, "what people think, can I? Fix It up as soon as you can." But the day's adventures were not ended. Tbe ghost of Timothy Wood house could not oust Rose Alley from Mark's mind. The blacks, ordered by telephone, waited him. Swiftly, Mark holding the reins, they were guided across a bridge, along rough-paved, tumble down streets. Into a quarter such as their aristocratic feet had never trod. Urime and decay were everywhere, It was 16 years since be bad seen Rose alley, but be found tbe way as though he had taken It but yesterday, He drew up at the mouth of a nar row shallow court, and giving tbe rains to hls-jnan, got down from the trap. A few children dirty, sallow, under sizedbad been playing in the court. With difficulty, tor they had not his tongue and were afraid of the stranger, be learned from them In which tenement Peter Anderson lived. He groped and stumbled up two Bights of stairs that groaned protest- Ingly under bis tread. He found a door and knocked. It opened. . . For a full minute, speechless, he stared at the woman who stood on the threshold. CHAPTER XVI. Glowing Embers. Tbe figure silhouetted tn the door way was one to make men dream, full curved, strong with the strength of women whose forbears have always toiled, yet without heaviness; It was the strength that lies In quality, not in bulk. She looked at him steadily, showing no surprise. And by that he read that she had learned to take life, its coin cidences and its climaxes as tbey came, calmly, without loss of poise. She spoke first, In a low even voice that hinted even less than her manner at Inner excitement. "I thought it was Plotr. Your step sounds like his." Tbey might have been daily famil iars. "Yes," be flushed. "I am somewhat In his case." He almost missed tbe swift glance she cast toward his cane. But he was grateful that' she had no comment for his Injury. In the presence of her splendid perfections his- own physical shortcoming seemed almost cause for shame. "How do you do, Kazia?" he said gravely. "I didn't expect to find you here." , . He held out an uncertain hand. She took it, neither hastily nor reluctantly, for a brief meaningless clasp. "I am here sometimes. Will you come In?" She stood aside and be entered, try ing to overcome his limp. It was tbe kitchen, which In Rose alley as he remembered had to serve as living room as well. It waa clean, but bare; pitifully bare. By the stove stood a little faded woman, much stooped, her hair white and thin, her pale lack-luster eyes for the moment brightened by a startled question. He went over to her and took her hand. She shrank away from him. "It Is- Mark Truitt, Matka," said Kazia In Polish. "Don't you remem ber?" . Hahka said something trr the same tongue. "She says," Kazia Interpreted, "they have never forgotten. Their eyes met again. . . . His turned away quickly and went to the other occupant of the room. He sat In the only armchair, a huge mass of Inert flesh, head slouched forward and fingers playing aimlessly with the long unkempt beard that reached half-way to the bulging waist. Mark laid a hand on his shoulder. Roman looked up. But Roman saw as the new-born babe sees. ; . v " The grasp on his shoulder tightened. "Roman, don't you know me? I'm Mark Mark Truitt, you remember." The shoulder stirred a little under the tight grasp. Roman's head slouched forward again and he began once more his aimless twisting of the long beard. "How long," Mark's voice had be come sharp, "has he been this way?" "Almost three years." . "And here?" "A year longer." Kazia's eyes said: "What Is that to you?" "Why," be demanded, "dldnt you let me know about it?" She smiled contemptuously, as it seemed to him. "We must get them out of here," he wentm hastily. "We can't. Plotr won't let us." "He must,'' Mark declared curtly. "He will not," she repeated. , "I saw him today. He's crazy," "He is. ; Het a good compositor and could make enough to keep them at least decently. But he prefers to work for the Outcry for little or notn lng. Generally it's nothing. He says It's for the cause." - , But ' that's no reason why, he shouldn't let me help them." : She shrugged her shoulders. "To Plotr it ts. I know, because I've tried." Then," he said, "we'll take them away and settle with plotr afterward." He said it crisply, with tbe assured air of fortune's darlings whs, having made their resolve, take Its consum mation for granted. Her faint smile showed again. . , 1t tan t bo simple as that They won't go." . They won't go!" He stared. "Why notr ' "For one thing," she returned quietly, "the MatlU loves her son. I'll ask her." She turned to Hanka and for several minutes the two women talked ear nestly In their native tongue. Hanka shook her head continuously. "She says," Kazia returned to Mark, " 'My Plotr wouldn't like It' " Hanka Interrupted, laying a hand on Kazla's arm and looking anxiously to ward the door. Kazia nodded. "She says also," she Interpreted again, "that we'd better go. It's most time for Plotr to come home. She's right." "I think," Mark answered, "I'll stay, since I'm here, and have this out with Plotr." "You'd better not." Her swift glance seemed to measure his physical frailty. "Plotr's temper is uncertain, He found me here once and drove me out. It" The gloom could not quite bide the color that surged into ber cheeks. "It wasn't nice." "I'm sorry for them, but Just the same, since I've started, I'll see this through and wait for Plotr." "No, you'd better not" she repeated with cold emphasis. "You can prove your Inflexibility In some other way. Plotr Is apt to have been drinking and If his temper Is stirred up, he'll make them suffer." She nodded toward Hanka and Roman. "Really, you're quite helpless tn the matter." "I seem to be." He laughed shortly, to conceal a disappointment as unde fined as the emotion set stirring by the sight of bis old friends. "But, at least, I can leave some money." But she shut him off from this, too. "No. What money they can use with out Plotr's knowing of It, I can fur nish." He limped stiffly toward the door, more hurt than he was willing to ad mit to himself by the rebuff and the failure of his impulsive mission. He went quickly out into the dark passage, that he might not have to look ionger, and there awaited ber. When she came, he led the way down the rickety stairs and out into the foul Btnelling court, lighted up now by a swaying arc lamp. "One would think," he blurted out, "you wanted to stay there." "Do you find that so wonderful?'" "I'm glad you can't. It's no place for such as you." "Many people have lived here." "But not from choice. I know. I lived here once myself, before " He hesitated a moment. "I left it to live with Roman." She made no reply, lie stopped, facing her and blocking her egress. "You're thinking my going there was to the advantage of no one but myself?" "Why else should you have gone there?" "That's almost cynical, isn't It? I might have had several other reasons but didn't. At least I did you no harm." "Neither harm nor good." "One doesn't like to think of one's self as reduced to even a harmless nonentity. Still, mist of the virtues are negative, I believe. Though I'm vain enough to wish I could have been positive influence in the making ot the woman you've become. It's rather remarkable, Kazia.'' ' It Un't remarkable or excuse for vanity." 1 She had not winced, nor had her steady gaze wandered. But for Just an Instant a fleeting Bomber shai'ow had Tested in her eyes. ' "I must go," she said. They walked in silence to the mouth cf the court At their approach Mark's man got down from the trap, touching his bat, " "Can't I set you home?" Mark ven tured, not at all sure .that she would accept. But she affected no reluctance. She glanced at a little watch she wore. "I go to the Todd hospital, and I've overstayed here a little." He helped her up to the seat. The horses sprang forward, Bwung into the car tracks and quickly left the tene ment neighborhood behind. For a time Mark gave his attention to guiding their swift course around overtaken curs and the slow lumbering teams that drew the hetvy traffic of the street. They were on the bridge be fore either spoke. "You said, to the hospital," he be gan suggestively. "Do you " "I'm on a case there." "You're a nurse, then?- I remember you bad a knack for tbat sort of thing. Your husband er I hadn't heard" "I haven't seen him for 12 years." "Kazia," he asked gravely, "will you tell me about yourself?" "There Is nothing to tell any more than there Is about you." I "That Is, you're not interested In what has happened to me. You're frank." "Because a chance has thrown us together for an hour is no reason for us to pretend an Interest neither of us can feel." "You may speak for yourself, please. At least, we can oil the wheels ot cir cumstance by going through the polite forms. You could smile very gra ciously on my man Felix, but to me" He broke off with a short laugh. "His tory has a way of repeating Itself. I remember saying something of the sort to you once before. Of course, you've forgotten.". "I forget nothing." "Ah!" He turned quickly to ber again. "Then I did do you harm." 'I can't see " r v It follows," be interrupted. "If I bad done you no harm, you would re member charitably, not coldly or worse, and you would be at least as cofdlal to me as to my groom." 'Now It is you," she answered aftei a thoughtful pause, ' who will not let me oil the wheels. Probably what you say Is right .; I haven't thought much about influences I haven't had time." "I'm sorry. Which seems all I can do about it. You and Plotr and Hanka seem In a conspiracy to teach me that for regrettable things we can pay only with regret, But I promised to save you time." Darkness had fallen w hen they drew up before the hospital. Mark de scended painfully to help her down a rather superfluous courtesy, since she was better able to alight alone than was he. "You're In good time, I hope?" "Oh, yes. Thank you for the ride." They exchanged a conventional band clasp. She moved toward the steps leading to tbe hospital door. He be gan to climb back Into tbe trap. Hut tbe restive horses started too soon, while he was balanced on tbe little mounting step. Hla foot waa dislodged. He would have fallen, per haps been dragged, had Kazia not sprung forward, and catching the reins, brought the horses sharply to a stop. "You are hurt?" "No," he lied through set teeth, as he pulled himself up to the seat. Ills "Ah!" He Turned Quickly to Her Again. "Then I Did You No Harm." hip, In fact, had received an excruci ating wrench. "I'm a little awkward. This is one of the things I can't get quite used to." "I supposed It was only temporary." He shook his head briefly, as though the topic were distasteful. "Another you probably won't be lieve this Is an existence that con tinually requires little cruelties of one. Big oneB, too, Bometlmes." "You say requires?" "At least, encourages. But I," he smiled unpleasantly, "am subject to regrets. And equally unprofitable im pulses. Of course," with obvious Irony, "this Is very Interesting to you." She was standing between two bal ustrade lamps. In their bright glow ne saw her cool Impersonal regard change, become questioning. And tbe dark shadow again as though she had seen and known to the full the cruelties whereof he spoke. Her Hps parted. But no words tell. With an odd little gesture of repression she turned and slowly mounted the stairs. At the top she paused for an instant. "Good night," she repeated. "And thnuk you again." lie dined alone at his club that night. The events of the day had left him depressed and strangly restless and with a strong distaste for com panionship. . CHAPTER XVII. Fanned into Flame. "I'd better quit thinking of her," Mark told himself. A virtuous and a wise resolution, forsooth! And ono strangely hard to knep. The thought of a woman of the people, dwelling in a fine strong body whose' splendid perfection the toll of the people could not diminish, whose flame It could not quench wover withdrew entirely, at most re tired Into ambush whence to spring out upon him at unguarded moments, with ever Increasing potency to stir his JadeaVmaglnatlon. Attainment of the partnership had indeed proved to be the climax of bis career with the Qulnby company. Fol lowed quickly tbe long Imminent col lapse. There was no specific aliment, save a heavy stubborn cough and the constant ache In his injured hip, which were really symptoms. It was rather a general failure ot his powers. He was no longer able to whip flagging energies to the day's tasks. The cool, clear, IncUive brain that could grasp a multitude of details and yet not lose sight of result and purpose had be come cloudy, vacillating and wander ing, a poor tool for the direction of a huge, Intricately organized plant op erating under tremendous pressum. He was subject to attacks of profound melancholy. He could not sleep with out the aid of drugs. Worst of all, the will to endure, to mock pain and weakness, had broken. "What's the matter with me?" he demanded of his physician. "Burnt out," was the succinct reply. "What can I do?" "Nothing. And quit taking drugs." "But" bablt protested, "I can't do nothing." "It's your life," Interrupted the doc tor. "But you've consulted me and I propose to earn the stiff fee I'll charge you. Drop everything, go to tbe coun try or to tbe end of the earth per sonally, I'd advise tbe end of the earth, because It's farthest away and newest to you. - Forget work, play a while." . -' , Mark asked and' received from the directors a six months' vacation. But, although he formulated ne reason, he did not at once leave the city. When the weather permitted be filled In the I .hours by driving through the parks. Tbey were lone tedious hours, as drearily empty as he had forecasted. Tbe nights, when be lay sleepless, fighting an incipient craving, were longer and drearier. Thus It was that he bad leisure to think of Kasla Whit ing, though at some loss to explain why tbe reappearance of one whom In hla receded youth he had treated badly should command so much of his In terest. Nor did be admit a. design when hla drives took him almost daily past the Todd hospital. Nevertheless the sight of that Institution was enough to evoke a faint thrill ot excitement not to be laid to Its barrack-like architec ture, followed by a more emphatic dis appointment as the neighborhood was left behind. One afternoon Kasla, In company with another young woman, emerged from the grounds as be wss passing and gave him a rvl Imper sonal nod. He guessed that It was ber recreation hour and marked the time. Tbe quick leaping Interest should have been a .warning to him. Perhaps It was, for: "I'm making a fool of myself," be growled. "What do I know of thla woman?" On tbe third day thereafter, at the same hour, he passed tbe hospital. This time Kazia appeared alone. She gave blm again the cool Impersonal nod and would have passed on. But he drew the horses up sharply and called: "Kazia!" She paused, hesitated a moment, then went over to tbe curb. "Will you drive with me for a while?" "I ought to walk," she answered. "Please, Kazia." It did not seem absurd to him tbat he pleaded. 8he hesitated again, then "Yes," she said. He would have alighted to help ber to the seat, but she forestalled him. "Don't get out." And she was be side him. He touched the horses with his whip and they sprang forward. "You aren't well," she said abruptly. . And be, ascribing to that fact her unexpected compliance, was at tbe mo ment almost glad of his disability, "Is it obvious? I believe I'm not In fact, my doctor haa ordered me to get out and play I find It very hard work. That's vhy that's one reason why 1 asked you. I needed company. Tho circumstance," he smiled, "ought to appeal to you professionally." ".Nurses are notoriously hard hearted." 1 "Yes? Then I can't work on youi sympathies. On the whole, I'd rather have It so. You'll have to admit It took courage to aBk you to play with me, because you'll admit again you weren't exactly cordial the last time." "What did you expect?" "But I expected nothing," he re torted. "I didn't know you wouid be at Roman's. Why, I hadn't even heard of you for I've been counting It up 14 years. That isn't gross flattery, is it? But, of course, you aren't the sort of woman that likes flattery. - Are you ?" "Then you'ro not so sure, after all? But I do like It." "I must remember tbat." He chuckled. "Playing becomes distinctly easier. Isn't It lucky I happened along by the hospital Just when I did?" "But I thought" She almost smiled. "I thought It was a habit." "So you've seen me? Now you men tion it, I may as well confess that this Isn't luck, but tbe result of a very clever plot. I've been driving past the hospital almost every day In the sneaking hope that Just this wouid occur." "You say, a sneaking hope?" I "You see," be confided, "I'm easily frightened. How could I know that I'd find you so so beautifully human? Are you preparing to snub me for that?" "I am Considering It." The smile was unmistakable now. "But I won't, because today is one of the days when I can't help being beautifully human. I'm 40 healtiiy that sometimes 1 just - -. have to take a vacation from myself." "And I'm so unhealthy tbat, though I'd like to, J can't give Truitt the slip for even an hour, lie's a persistent beggar as you may have noticed the last few weeks." They laughed. ' It was a clear afternoon, beautiful with the mellow radiance ot autumn sunshine. But the wind that swept sky and air clean was crisp and pene trating. To her, superbly health. It gave only a rare tinge of color that enhanced ber charm, gave the last needed softening touch. His wasted body, despite tbe heavy overcoat he wore, could not resist the chjll breath. But, though he knew he would prob ably pay later for the exposure, he would not by so much as a minute cup tall the hour. "J "I haven't had so pleasant It's puny word, but let that go so pleas ant a time In years," he declared. "I see," she laughed, "you have taken me at my word." . "But I mean It," he protested. "I'd like you to believe that I mean It" He became grave. "Since that day at Roman's I've been thinking a good deal of what we said about my having harmed you. If regrets but there's nothing so use less. That sort of thing Isn't easily forgiven, is It?" tOh, very easily." "You are thinking that I give too much significance to our little affair. I do not" "No, I mean I have never blamed you. or course, we were too young for it to have any lasting significance. And, If I remember aright, I invited It end so put you in what must have seemed a very tragic quandary at the time." The most critical ear could have discerned nothing ungenulne in her rippling laugh, . . TO BE CONTINUE?.) - ' 'j'
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