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The Gall of the Cumberla to Mis MlD.BlM With Dlustrationa from. Photographs of Scenes in the Play (Coanigfct. 8U. br W. J. Wtt Col SYNOPSIS. , On Misery reek ; Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a landscape painter, un conscious,' and. after ! reviving him. gpes for assistance.; Spicer South.' head or tne family, tells Samson South arid Sally tha.t Jesse Purvy has been shot and that Sam son Is suspected of the crime. Samson denleo It. The shooting of Jesse Purvy breaks the truce In the Hollman-South feud. Samson reproves Tamarack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim Hollman is hunting with bloodhounds the man who hot Purvy. The bloodhounds lose the trail at Spicer South'? door. Lescott dis covers artistic ability In Samson. While sketching with Lescott on the mountain. Tamarack discovers Samson to a Jeering crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes him and (denounces him as the "truce buster" who shot Purvy. Lescott tries to persuade Samson to go to New York with him and develop his talent Sally, loyal but heartbroken. furthers Lescott's ef fort . ! - V CHAPTER VI Continued. - Thar's a-goin ter be a dancln party over ter Wile McCager's mill dtne Saturday." he! insinuatingly sug gested. "I reckon yell go over thar with me, won't ye, Sally?" He waited for her usual delighted assent, but Sally only told him absent ly and without enthusiasm that she wuum siuuy uuuui 11. mai, uuw ever, her restraint broke, and, looking up, she abruptly demanded: , "Air to a .crnfn omiiv Samcnn t'f . "Who's been a-talkin' ter ye?? de manded the boy, angrily. For a moment, the girl sat silent. Finally, she spoke in a grave voice: "Hit hain't nothing ter git mad about, Samson. The artist man 'lowed as how f c iiau rx. i iKML i r i kii iiiiwii 1111 mi git an eddicatipn." She made a weary gesture toward the great beyond. "He hadn't ought to of told ye, Sally. If I'd been plumb sartin in my mind, I'd a-told ye myeelf not but what I knows," he hastijy amended, "thet he meant hit friendly.". "Air ve a-Mln?" i "I'm studyin about hit He ' awaited objection, but none came. , Then, with a piquing of his masculine vanity, he demanded: f "Hain't ye a-keerin Sally, whether I goes, or not?" ji v The girl grew rigid. Her fingers on the crumbling plank of the stile's top tightened and gripped hard. Her face did not betray her, nor her voice, though she had to gulp down a rising lump in her throat before she could answer calmly. f "I think ye had ought to go, Sam son." . ' 1 . The boy was astonished. He had avoided the subject tor fear of her op position and tears.; Then, slowly, she went on: -There haint nothin in these here hills fer ye, Samson!. Down thar, ye'll see lots or tnings iners new-an' civil ized an' beautiful! j Ye'll see Iota of gals thet kin read an -writ dressed up in all kinds of fancy fix- iTt'n " TIa wit Vh j. . xjj. a. iici iiu wyiua ran OUl ana ended in a sort of inward gasp. Compliment camel hardly and awk wardly to Samson's j lips. He reached for the girl's hand, land whispered: "I reckon, I won't see nopals thet's as purty as you be, Sally. I reckon ye knows, whether I g0es or stays, we're a-goin'-ter git married." ; j Bne drew ner hand ' away, and laughed, a little bitterly. In the last day, she had ceased; to be a child, and become a woman with all the soul-ach ing possibilities of a woman's intui tions. ;-... "Samson," she said, "I hain't askin' ye ter make me no. promises. When ye sees them other gals gals thet kin read an' write I reckon mebby ye'Jl think diff'rent. I can't hardly spell out println In the fust reader.' . Her lover's voice was scornful of the Imagined dangers, as a recruit may be of the battle terrorsbefore he has Wn nndpr flrel Ha plinth m " about her and drew her over to him. "Honey," he said, "ye needn't fret aoout inei. Keaain' an wntin' can't make no difference fer a woman. Hit's mighty important fer a man, but you re a gal. "You're a-goinV ter think diff'rent at- ter awhile," she insisted. "When ye I goes, I hain't a-goin' ter be expectin' i ye ter come back J . . . But" the : resolution ' in her; voice for a moment quavered as she added "but , God i knows 'I'm a-gotn ter be hopin'J" "Sally!" Theboy rose, and paced goln' ter be ag'Jnst me, too? Don't ye see that I wants ter have a chanst? Can't ye trust me?; I'm jest a-tryin' to amount to something. I'm plumb urea or oein' ornery an' no 'count." She nodded. i j "I've done told ye she said, wearily nnei; i inmss ye qugnt ter do hit." Jfl . '. Lescott and Samson discussed the Blatter, frequently. 'At times the bov was obstinate In hi$ determination to I!ni;.ai.0thel tim,es De We way to the yearnings for change and oppor tunity. The dance on Saturday was to be imnit, uiuo yuiiemous tn an a mere iroiic. It would be a clan gath ering to which the South ; adherents would come riding up and down Mis- .-. iiuu us triDutanes from "nigh rids noon until after midnight, shuffle. : Jig and fiddling would hold, high, if rough. , carnivaL But; while the younger folic abandoned themselves to these , diver sions, the grayer heads would gather In more serious conclave. Jesse Purvy had once more beaten back death, and his mind had probably been devising, during those bed-ridden days and nights,. plans of, reprisal. ; According to ' current ' report, Purvy ; had an nounced that his would-be assassin dwelt on Misery, and was "marked down." So, there were obvious exi gencies which the Souths5" must pre pare to meet In particular, the clan must thrash out to definite under standing the demoralizing report that Samson South, their logical leader, meant ' to abandon them, at a crisis when war-clouds were thickening.! r The painter had finally resolved I to- cut the Gordian knot, and leave the mountains. He had trained on Sam son to the last piece all his artillery of argument. The case was now submit ted with the suggestion that the boy take three months to consider, and that, if he , decided affirmatively, ine should notify Lescott in advance of his coming. He proposed sending Samson . ncBn n.i.8-8 nM.r Je Kill .Me." a small library of carefully picked books, which the mountaineer eagerly agreed to devour in the interval. i-iescott consented, however, to I re main over Saturday, and go to the dance, since he was curious to observe what pressure was brought to bear on the boy, and to have himself a final word of argument after kinsmen had spoken. Saturday morning came after a night of torrential rain, which had left the mountains steaming under a reek! of fog and pitching clouds.. But as the morning wore on, the sun fought its way to view in a scrap of overhead blue. From log cabins and plank houses up and down Misery and its tributaries, men and women be gan their hegira toward the mill. Les cott rode in the wake of Samson, who had Sally on a pillow at his back; They came before noon to the mouth of Dry- hole creek, and the bouse of Wile Mc Cager. Already, the picket fence was lined with tethered horses and mules. From the interior of the house came the sounds of fiddling, though these strains of "Turkey Inthe Straw" were only by way of prelude. Lescott felt. though he could not say Just what con- crete tmng toia nimi that under the shallow note of merry-making brooded the major theme of a troublesome problem. The seriousness was below the surface, but insistently depressing. 7 W. ' , i4"jr..UCi,zt;bbinS. "e Baw' wo. ne n mseii was mixed up with. It in a ' f ashlbn, which might become dangerous, when a few juga oi: wnite liquor had been emptied. vynne me young persons danced and "sparked" withiri, and the more truculent lads escaped to the road-to pass tne; jug, ana iorecast with youth- lui war-iever "cleanly out the Holl- mans, ' tne elders were deep in wavs and means. If the tnice could be pre- servea ior its unexpired period of three years, it was, of J that event, crops coul course, best In d be cultivated. and lives saved. ! But if Jesse Purvy shooting as j a chose to regard! his breach of terms, and struck, he would strike hard, and,' in that event, best defense lay In striking first. Samson' would -soon be twenty-one. That he wquld take his place as head of the clan had until now never been aues tioned and he was talking of deser tion, hot mat, a pink-skinned for eigner, .wuu wore a woman s bow of ribbon at his cqllar, was to blame The question of loyalty must be square ly put up to Samson, and it must be kite and unequivocal: As done today. His answer must be defl. a guest ot Spicer South, Lescott was entitled to that consideration which is accorded ambassadors. None the less, the vital affair of th clan could not be ba.lkpd'hv rnne4A.. - . . r v tion for a strnncpr -mhn i r wy"M .r i.T " 1 -""u,uo uriven. wuu"' B8 afl lnsioious mis- i r f , ' i f , Ihl,. triina 'still held, but at no time since ita sign ng had matter been so. freighted withjthe menace 01 a .gamenus y several men standing 'quiet with "guns trained on one another's breasts! Each hesitated to fire, knowing that to pull the trigger meant to- die himself, yet fearing that another trigger might at any moment be drawn. , Purvy dared not have Samson shot out of hand, be cause he feared that the Souths would claim his life in return, yet he feared to let Samson live. On the other hand, if Purvy fell, no South could ; balance his death, except Spicer or Samson. Any situation that j might put condi tions to a moment of issue would either prove that the truce wasHbeing observed, or open the warand yet each faction was guarding against such an event as too. fraught with danger. One thing was certain. By persuasion or force, Lescott must leave, and Sam son must show himself to be the youth he had been thought or the confessed and repudiated renegade. ThoBe ques tions, today must answer. It was a difficult situation, and promised an eventful 1 entertainment. Whatever conclusion was reached as to the art ist's future, he was' until the verdict came in, a visitor, and, unless liquor inflamed some reckless trouble-hunter, that fact would not be forgotten. Pos sibly, it was as well that ; Tamarack Spicer had not arrived. Lescott himself realized lthe situa tion in part, as he stood at the door of the house watching the scene inside. There was, of course, no round danc ingonly the shuffle and Jig with champions contending for the honor of their sections. In the group about the door, Lescott passed. a youth with tow-white , hair and very pink .cheeks. The boy was the earliest to succumb to the tempta tion of the moonshine jug, a tempta tion which would later claim others. He was reeling crazily, and his albino eyes were now red and inflamed. 'Thet's ther damned furriner thet's done turned Samson Inter a gal," pro claimed the youth, In a thick voice. The painter paused, and looked back. The boy was reaching under his coat . with hands that had becoma clumsy and unresponsive, i 'Let me git at him," he shouted. with a wild whoop and a dash toward the painter. ' .Lescott said nothing, but Sally had heard, and stepped swiftly between. "You've got ter git past me fust, luddy," she said, quietly. "I reckon fe'd better run on home, an' git yore ammy teri put ye ter bed." I CHAPTER VII. Several soberer men closed around the boy, and after disarming hinu led him away grumbling and muttering. while Wile McCager made apologies to the guest i' "Jimmy's jest a peevish child," he mlntnori "A A mn rr t rxrn rt 1ts1roi make8 nIm 8kIttish, I hopes yell look over hit." Jimmy's outbreak was Interesting to Lescott chiefly as an indication of what might follow. Unwilling to in troduce discord by his presence, and involve Samson in quarrels on his ac count, he suggested riding back to Misery, but the boy's face clouded at the suggestion. Ef they kain't be civil ter my friends," he said, shortly, "they've got ter account ter me. ? You stay right hyar, and I'll stay clost to you. I done come hyar today ter tell 'em that they mustn't meddle in my business." A short while later. Wile McCager invited Samson to come out to the mill, and the boy nodded to Lescott an invitation to accompany him. 'ine mill, dating back to pioneer days, eat by its race with its shaft now idle. It looked to Lescott as h a a re proached, like a scrap of landscape torn from some medieval picture, and tne men about its door seemed medie val, too; bearded and gaunt, hard thewed and sullen. All of them who stood waiting were men of middle age, or beyond.1 A num ber were gray-haired but they were all of cadet branches. Many of them like Wile McCager himself, did not bear the name of South, and Samson was the eldest son of the eldest son. Samson," began old Wile McCager, clearing his throat and taking up his uuiy as spokesman, we re ail your - - X 1 klnfolks here, an' we aimed ter ask ye about this here report thet yer 'lowin ter leave the mountings?" "What of hit?" countered the boy. "Hit looks mighty like the war's a-goin' ter be on ag'in pretty-soon. Air ye a-goin' ter quit, or air ye a-goin ter stick? Thet's what we wants ter know." "I didn't make this here' truce, an' I hain't a-goin' ter bust hit said the boy, quietly. "When 'the war - com mences, I'll be hyar. Ef I hain't hyar in the meantime, hit hain't nobody's business. I hain't accountable ter no man but pap, ah I reckon, whar he is, he knows whether I'm a-goin ter keep my word. i There was a moment's silence, then Wile McCager put another question: i "Ef ye're plumb sot on gettin' larnin why don't ye git hit right hyar in these mountings?" t v I Samson laughed derisively. f "Who'll I git hit from?" he caueti cally inquired. "Ef the mountain won't come ter Mohamet, Mohamet's got ter go ter the mountain. I reckon." J j Caleb Wiley rose , unsteadily to hl3 ifeet, his shaggy oeard trembling with wrath and his voice quavering with senile Indignation. . , , "II ev ye done got too damned good fer yore kinf oiks-, Samson South?" he shrilly demanded. "Hev ye done been . ". i. . ' . iouenn aner mis, nere puny t . . v ' . ' witch- aoctor twen ye can't keep a civil tongue in yer head fer yore elders? I'm in favor of runnin' thu ho V A U - riner outen the country with tar an feathers on him. Furthermore. I'm in favor of cleanln out the, Hollmans. - I was jest a-sayin ter Bill" : ' "Never mind i what ; y e war jenz a-sayin'," interrupted the boy, flushing redly to his cheekbones, but con trolling his voice. "Ye've" done said enough a'ready. Ye're a' right old man, Caleb, an I reckon thet gives' ye some icense ter shoot off yore face, but -eft any of them no-'count, shlf 'less boys of yores wants ter back up what ye says, I'm ready ter go out thar an makej'em eat hit I hain't a-goin ter answer no more questions." There was" a commotion of argu ment until "Black Dave" Jasper, a sat urnine giant, whose hair was no black er than his expression, - rose, aad a semblance of quiet greeted him as he spoke. "Mebby, Samson, ye've got a right ter take the studs this a-way, an' ter refuse ter answer our questions, but we've got a right ter say who kin stay in this hyar country. ) Ef ye "lows ter quit us, I reckon we kin quit you k and, if we quits ye, ye hain't nothin' more ter us then no other boy thet e gettin' too big fer his breeches. Thi furriner is a visitor here today, ; ah' we don't 'low ter hurt him but he's got ter go. We don't want him round hyar no longer," He turned to Les cott. "We're a-givin' ye fair warnln, stranger. Ye hain't our breed. Atter this, ye stays on Misery at yore own risk an hit's a-goin ter be plumb risky. That thar's final." "This man," blazed the boy, before Lescott could speak, "is a-visitin'j me an' Unc. Spicer, When ye wants him ye kin'come up thar an' git him. Every damned man of ye kin come. I hain't a-sayin how many of ye'll go back. He was 'lowln that he'd leave hyar morrer mornln, but atter this a-tellin' ye he hain't a-goin' ter do ter I'm hit he lies a-goin' ter stay es long es likes, an nobody hain't a-goin ter run him off." Samson took his stand be fore the painter, and swept the group with his eyes. "An what's more," he added, "111 tell ye another thing! I hadn't plumb made up my mind ter leave the mountings, but ye've done settled hit fer me. I'm a-goin'." j There was a low murmur of anger. and a voice cried out from the rear: "Let him go. We hain't got no use fer damn cowards." "Whoever said thet's a liar!" shout ed the boy. Lescott standing at j his side, felt that the situation was more than parlous. But, before the storm could break, some one rushed in, and whispered to Wile McCager a message that caused him to raise both hands above his head, and thunder for at tention. "Men," he roared, 'listen ter me! This here hain't no time fer squab- biin amongst ourselves. We're all Souths. Tamarack South has done gone ter Hixon, an got inter trouble. He's locked up In the Jallhouse j rWe're all hyar," screamed old Car leb's high, broken voice. "Let's go an' take him out- Samson's anger had died. He turned, and held a whispered conversation with McCager, and, at its end, the host of the day announced briefly: "Samson's got somethln' ter say ter yeJ . So long as he's willin' ter stand by us, I reckon we're willin ter1 listen ter Henry South's boy." "I hain't got no use for Tam'rack Spicer," said the boy, succinctly, "but I don'tlow ter let him lay in no Jail house, unlessen he's got a right ter be thar. What's he charged with?" But no one knew that A man sup posedly close to the 'Hollmans, but in reality an informer for the Souths, had seen him led into the jailyard by a posse of a half-dozen men, and had seen ' the iron-barred doors close on him1. That was all, except that the Hollman forces were gathering in Hixon, and, if the Souths went there en masse, a pitched battle must be the Inevitable result The first step was "This Hain't No Time for, Squabblln' Amongst Ourselves." to gain accurate information and : an answer o one vital question. Was Tamarack held as a feud victim, or was his arrest legitimate? How to learn that was the problem. To send a body of men was to invite bloodshed. To send a single inquirer was to de liver him over to the enemy. I "Air you men willin' ter take my word about Tamarack?" Inquired Sam eon,: There was a clamorous assent and the boy turned to Lescott "I wants ye ter take Sally home with ye. Ye'8 better start right away, afore she heers any of this talk. Hit would fret her. Tell her I've had ter go 'cross ther country a piece, ter see a sick man. Don't tell her whar I'm a-goin'." He turned to the others. - "I reckon I've got yore promise thet Mr. Lescott hain't a-goin' ter be bothered afore I gits back?" , , Wile McCager promptly gave the assurance.- ' - . "I gives ye my hand on hit" . "I soed Jim Asberry T loatlilV round Jest .beyond Lther ridge, as I rid over hyar," volunteered " the man who! bad. brought the message. , f I ? "Go slow now, Samsonr Don't be no blame fool," dissuaded Wile McCager, "Hixon's plumb full of them Hollmans, an they're likely ter be full of llcker hituSaturday. Hit's apt ter be shore death fer ye" ter try ter ride through Main street ef ye gits thet far. Ye dassent do hit." - s 'T- -: : . "I dast do anything!" asserted tha boy, with a flash of sudden anger. "Some, liar 'lowed awhile ago thet I was a coward. AH right mebby I be. Unc Wile, keep the boys hyar, tell ye hears from me-an keep 'em sober." He turned and .made his way to the fence where bis mule stood hitched. . When Samson crossed the ridge and entered the Hollman country, Jim As berry, watching from a hilltop point of vantage, rose and( mounted the horse that stood hitched behind a nearby screen of rhododendron bushes and young cedars. Sdmetlmes, he rode just one bend of the road iq, Samson's rear. Sometimes, he took short cuts, and watched his enemy pass. But always he held ' him under1 a vigilant eye. Finally, he reached a wayside store where a local telephone gave communi cation with Hollman's Mammoth De partment store. "Jedge," he informed, "Samson South's done left , the party ,et ther mllL an he's a-ridin towards town Shall I git him?" "Is he comln' by hlsself ?" Inquired the storekeeper. '. "Yes." " '.'-!' " "Well lest let him come on. We can tend ter him hyar, ef necessary." So Jim withheld his hand, and merely shadowed, sending bulletins, from time to time. . . ! It was about three o'clock when Sam son started. 4t was near six when he reached the ribbon of road that loops down into town over the mountain. His mule was in a lather of sweat . He knew that he was being spied upon, and that word of his coming was trav eling ahead of him. What he did not know was whether or not it suited Jesse Purvy's purpose that he should slide from his mule, dead, before he turned homeward. If Tamarack had been seized as a declaration of war, the chief South would certainly not be allowed to return.- If the. arrest had not been for feud reasons, he might escape. That was the question which would be answered with his life or death. The "jailhouse" was a small build ing of home-made brick, squatting at the rear of the courthouse yard. As Samson drew near, he saw that some ten or twelve men, armed with rifles, separated from groups and disposed themselves behind the tree trunks and the stone coping of the well. None of them spoke, and Samson' pretended that he had not seen them. He rode his mule at a walk, knowing-ithat he was rifle-covered from a tialf -dozen windows. At the hitching rack direct lv heneath the county building, he flung his reins over a post and, swing ing his rifle at his side, passed cau tiously along the brick walk to the Jail. The men" behind the trees edged around their covers as he went, keep ing themselves' protected, as squirrels creep around a trunk when a huntsr is lurking below. Samson halted at the jail wall, and called the prisoners name, A tousled head and surly face appeared at the barred window, and the boy went over and held converse from the outside. "How in hell did ye git into town? demanded the prisoner. "I rid in," was the short reply. "How'd ye git In the Jailhouse?" The captive was shamefaced. "I got a leetle too much licker, an I was shootin' out the lights last night" h confessed. "What business did ye have hyar in Hixon?" ' "I Jest slipped in ter see a gaV Samsonleaned closer, and lowered his voice. , "Does they know thet ye shot them ahoots at Jesse Purvy?" A v Tamarack turned pale. "No." he stammered, "they believe you done hit." Samson laughed. He was thinking, of the rifles trained on him from a dozen invisible rests. "How long air they a-goin' ter keep ye hyar?" he demanded. . "I kin git out tomorrer ef I pays the fine. Hit's ten dollars." "And ef yo don't pay the finer "Hit's a dollar a day." "I reckon ye don't 'low ter pay hit do ye?" "I 'lowed mebby ye mout pay. hit fer me, Samson." ' v "Ye done 'lowed plumb wrong. ; I come hyar ter see ef ye needed help, but hit 'pears ter me they're lettin' ye off easy." : - - :-; . ' V He turned on his heel, and went back to his mule. The men behind the trees "began circling again. Samson mounted, and, with his chin well up, trotted back along the main street . It was over. The question was answered. The . Hollmans regarded the truce as still effective-1 The fact that they were permitting him to ride out alive was a wordless assurance of that Inci dentally, he stood vindicated in tha eyes of his own people. (TO BE CONTINUED.) : Hadn't Looked for That "When we bought dear little Bobby the electric flashlight he had been begging for so long," says a mother, "we never "anticipated that the first time we had company he would holi It up to the guest's ear and say : 'Oh, I just want to see 1 if your ear la clean!'" .Riches From Gift Bestowed, p When you give away happiness you all do. time gitB richer an richer ia li I Atlanta. Constitution. " ', DREADFUL PAINS J r GREAT SUFFERING Wit ttelot of Thu Lady Who Tt . , vi 11UW OIK ( cbvcfed Hcr Health Dallas, N. C Mrs. Thomas DaA of this place, says: "About tU ye? ago, when I was eighteen years old was in a bad condition fromloman'i troubles. I fell off until I weikw ? more than 85 lbs. ; -f aaot I suffered dreadful paihs in W hlm . . o-uuu . o fl... out of every month. 31 T ....1J.U 1 ...... x couitui i. Bieep ai nignt, and ti pains were so dreadful 1 1 couldn't? down for the blood would seem? rush to my head. I felt f must nave some relief f n. ceeiueu wai iae awiui sufferh would surely kill me. j I had read of what Cardui tad don ior, otners, ana tnougnt i would try it After the use of one bottle, pains had entirely stopped. and i vu a.Die io sieep. After using four- botilesAf ... . well woman, I was regular, lU0t back my nesn, ana l now weign 126 lbs ana am aDie to do ail my work with. out any trouoie. ; I certainly recommend Cardui to suffering women, for I know it curej me. ' " .My friends who saw) me when I weighed 85 pounds and would see me now, would know what! Cardui haj done for me." j Try Cardui. Adv. ! Good Advice. "So ypu .want to be somebbdy.i you? There's onlyone way jfou ever make a noise in the world.' 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Many of the Fertilizer Manufactur ers are willing to meet the farrier's .wishes and sell him what he thinfcfe w needs. These manufacturers are not willing to furnish as i much Potasfp as they can secure. They offer goods jvitb 5 per cent, and even in some cases 1$ per cent Potash; if the farmers insist on It. Shipping conditions are improvun? more Potash is eominer forward though the costs of production H transportation are higher. t The higher price of fertilizers is not due "nhpw to the sliehtlv hie-TiPr rnst nf PotasD Much of the Potash that will be uM in next spring's fertilizer had reacted America before the war started. - There Is no substitute for Potisl We can no more return to the tilizer of twenty years ago than can return to the inefficient farm er- Elements or unprofitable livestock that period. H., A. HUSTON.- , The Chances. "Do you think the chances of hobble skirt are promising?" "I think they are very slim." ' "u.n,u RfsU" Miidieine. . Ill VI.V V !, Our readers never risk a cent they buy Hanford's Balsam of 'MyiJ because every dealer in this lining a aumonzea io retunu iub the Balsam Is not satisfactory. . A" , A new coffee strainer can be tened Inside any pot by wires ins the spout ' 1. 1 1 1.
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