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y"'- By D. C. Murray rSzs
C1IAPTER VI. (Continued.'
O'Rourke walked out to the front of
tkt! hotel and awaited the arrivals. When
they ramo it was plain to his eyes that
Mnxkelyne's depression of two or three
drs o had not altogether left him, and.
Indeed, he had seen, in the visits he had
made to Butler in the interim, signs that
this depression deepened. But since Mas
kelyne's depression obviously meant his
own victory, it was not in human nature
to be greatly grieved by it. The signs
of the young American's despondency
were not visible to all the world, but
O'Rourke was a keen observer when he
chose to watch with extreme closeness.
Angela reached out her hand with a
fra.Bknfss altogether encouraging, and
O'ttonrke accepted it with a finely toned
air. T deference and respect. All three
al tho newcomers had alighted and en
tw& when Farley came downstairs, and
CV young American saw his ready rival
take aa immediate place by Angela.
"lt was I who brought them together,"
av? sid to himself. "1 have wrecked my
owji chances. And I never gave him a
Mttnim; word. O'Rourke isn't the man to
Intrude himself between a friend and his
hopes if he had only known."
At this moment his late delicacy seem
ed overstrained and extravagant.
"I am not worthy of her," he said.
"O'Rourke is a better man than I am.
He's not an objectless, good-for-nothing
fellow like me, with nothing but dollars
to recommend him. A man with a career
before him, and a good beginning behind
him. A handsome fellow, too ; bright,
receptive, quick. A man with everything
In his favor. Why shouldn't a girl like
him?"
While O'Rourke talked in his gny and
sympathetic fashion, and Maskelyue look
ing' out of window indulged these
thoughts, there came a tap at the door
end the landlady entered.
A telegraphic dispatch for Monsieur
OUourke," said she, giving the name a
qneer-sonnding foreign twist, at which
very body smiled. O'Rourke took the dis
patch, asked to be excused for a moment
and opened it. He read it at a glance,
crashed it in his hand and stood with an
erpresskMi of displeasure and irresolution
la his face.
"No ill news, I hope?" said Farley, ap
proaching him.
"For me," said O'Rourke, looking round
at his friend with a sudden bright smile,
"the wretchedest ill news in the world.
A whipM he held the crumpled telegram
op before them "a whip of scorpions,"
be added, with a laugh. "It drives me
from your presence." He bowed to Lucy
and Angela aa he said this, and went on
with a sudden seriousness. "Yes, I must
go. I had an idea of refusing for a
ingle instant but that is a thing I
mustn't do. Farley, order a carriage, and
pay my bill for me." He thrust a purse
Into bis friend's hand. "I shall miss the
loeal train, I know, but I can catch the
mail on the main line. I must go and
pack, and I haven't a minute to lose. I
am the unluckiest of men. Back to work
again from this paradise of quiet. And
to mifw the tour of the world."
He made his excuses and dashed away
to pack with an alacrity and eagerness
which had all the vivacity of bustle, and
somehow missed its vulgarity and avoided
Its noise. He was down again in a min
ute or two, portmanteau in hand.
"I leave the heavier things behind."
he id, gayly. "This will suffice for a
lay or two. I am sorry to go, but parlia
mentary whips dare not be disputed."
Then he let his face cloud somewhat,
tai. walk rag to a window, began to drum
oiC absent-seeming fingers on the sill.
By afl by he turned and met Angela's
"I am sorry to go," he said, softly,
"Very sorry."
The carriage Farley had ordered drew
teg to the door and the departing traveler
hook hands all round. There was no
chance for a private word with Angela,
but he threw into his parting glance and
hand-shake all he dared to express at such
a time.
"Five francs if you catch the mail,"
he cried to the driver as he mounted.
The man cracked his whip and started.
O'Rourke waved his hat to the little
party gathered about the door, ahd his
last glance was for Angela.
"I disappear with an air of some im
portance," he said to himself, "and that
la something. Poor Maskelyne looks a
bit too cowed to play up with any spirit
for a while, and I shall be back again in
three days. That again is something."
CHAPTER VII.
O'Rourke's departure affected the vari
tj members of the party variously. ,Mas-Ertj-ne
brightened up ever so little to be
jpt with, but seeing that Angela had
midfiJy grown grave, he himself grew
graver than ever and dropped into a ver
itable abyss of despair.
Angela did not need to be told more
Chan she learned in that parting glance
and pressure, and while O'Rourke rode to
ward the railway station in full assurance
f faith that he had already conquered,
aha, in thinking of him, was filled with
a cold indignation that he should have
dared so to presume upon her innocent
freedom with him.
"I am a flirt," she told herself ; "a co
quette. Ha aaw it, and took advantage
of it."
The novelist, whose strong point was
wre-m&klng, and who rejoiced in the dis
section of the feminine heart on paper,
was beautifully ignorant of the drama of
which one scene was being enacted under
his nose. His wife, who dissected noth
ing, knew all about the case, and would
have loved to bring the two young people
together, for, like all good women, she
was a match-maker at heart. As for the
major, he was a match-maker, too, but be
knew no more than Noah whether or not
aha two young people had the faintest
leaning to each other.
Tbe dinner passed off fairly well, and
tm came the mild dissipation of the
vrening. The large room of the Hotel de
Vilie was found to be artificially dark
amwd, for the evening light still ruled out
wMs. Banged about the chamber war a
number of little tables, supporting little
boxes, which stood back to back, with
a petroleum lamp between each two of
them. In front of each box a pair of
stereoscopic lenses, and at the side a
little handle to turn the views. Scat
tered here and there were a few early vis
itors already trying their eyes at the
lenses, amongst them Mr. Zeno, who
bowed with great politeness on the ar
rival of the party from the Hotel des
Postes. Master Austin went off on
stealthy tiptoe to join the delightful for
eigner, who took him by the hand and
called his attention in laboriously chosen
single words to various curiosities of the
show.
"Mountain.. Eh? nigh. Oh, so high.
Not? Vite. Snow. Vare fine. Eh?
Look. Van uzzer."
After some five minutes of this amuse
ment Mr. Zeno appeared to tire of it,
and leading the little fellow across the
chamber, raised his hat to the mother,
surrendered his charge, bowed all around,
and left the chamber.
It was a very simple entertainment,
and yet it entertained, and the visitors
went solemnly round from one little box
to another for the space of half an hour,
by which time all had still necks and
aching eyes.
"My dear," said Austin, "I feel as if
I had traveled far enough for a single
journey," x
"And I, too," returned Lucy.
"Really," said the major, "they're re
markably pretty, but one gets tired."
"We must come back for another even
ing," said Angela. "The Swiss views
are really charming."
This was to Maskelyne, who said, "Yes,
very," t in an absent manner.
Suddenly from the far end of the room
arose a cry. "Oh, mamma, mamma,
mamma ! Look here !"
"Hush !" said mamma, crossing over to
him. "Little gentlemen never shout in
that way. What is it, darling?"
"Mr. Zeno," said the boy, clapping his
hands and laughing. "Mr. Zeno."
Lucy took the seat and looked through
the sterescopic lenses, and there was Mr.
Zeno, sure enough. Mr. Zeno was talk
ing to somebody else, and he and his
companion were curiously out of propor
tion with the rest of the picture. The
photograph represented a court in the
Vienna Exhibition, and it seemed proba
ble that at the instant of time at which
the artist bad lifted his little shutter to
catch the moving crowd Mr. Zeno and his
friend had stepped into the field of view.
The expression of both countenances was
cloarly defined and animated, and the
figures were so large that they only came
into the picture to the waist. The two
were arm in arm, and Zeno had turned
with a stretched forefinger toward the
other, as if to impress him with a sense of
importance in what he was saying.
"Yes," said Lucy. "It is Mr. Zeno,
certainly, Austin," she said to her hus
band, who had followed half across the
room, "this is curious. Here is an ac
tual portrait of Mr. Zeno."
"Who is Mr. Zeno?" asked Angela,
crossing over, whilst Farley stooped to
look at the picture. "Is he a friend of
yours ?"
"No," answered Lucy ! "a stranger.
But he is staying at our hotel. Mr.
Farley thought at one time that he was
a spy, and he is not a nice person at all.
He seems very fond of Austin, though,
and it is certainly curious to find his
portrait here."
"Here's an odd thing, Lucy," said Aus
tin. "There's a fictional use In that, if
I could only see ray way to it."
Crash went something close at hand,
with a sound of breaking glass. Angela
had somehow overturned the box, and
had broken the lamp behind it. She was
on her feet, and her face, dimly seen in
the semi-obscurity of the chamber, wore
a look of more alarm and amazement
than than so simple a disaster seemed to
warrant. She lifted the box from the
table, and Farley instantly put out the
light of the broken lamp, and extinguish
ed with his handkerchief and foot a de
tached stream of burning oil which had
already begun to trickle from the table
to the floor.
While this was doing, Angela with the
box in both hands, had walked across the
room, and at the door had encountered
the woman who had charge of the exhi
bition. "Madame," she said, rapidly in French,
"I have by accident broken a lamp. Let
me pay you for it. Have you a private
room here? Show me to it, if you please."
Her breathing was so quick and dis
turbed that these simple phrases were
panted rather than spoken.
"Certainly, madame," said the woman,
and led the way into a side room illum
inated by a brace of tall candles. Angela
set the box she carried upon the table
between the candles, and turned it rapid
ly this way and that.
"How do you open this box, madame?"
"So," said the woman, in surprise, pro
ducing a small key, and suiting the ac
tion to the word.
"Take out the photographs, if you
please." The woman obeyed, wondering
more and more, and Angela, taking them
from her hand, selecfed that which bore
the portrait of Mr. Zeno. "I wish to
buy this," she said, drawing forth her
purse and laying a gold coin upon the
table. "Will that pay you for the broken
lamp and the photograph?"
"Assuredly," the woman answered. The
whole thing was curious, and she would
have been well content to have it ex
plained, but her visitor chose to offer no
explanation.
Angela thrust the photograph Into her
bosom, and, having rearranged her dress,
rejoined her friends.
"I have paid for the broken lamp,"
she said to the major.
Half an hour later Butler demanded
his carriage, bade his host and hostess
adieu, and went away with Angela and
Maskelyne. The girl was silent all the
way home, but when the chateau was
reached, she found herself alone with
Maskelyne and poke.
"Mr. Maskelyne, may I ask you to do
me a very great fuvor?"
"1 slinll he delighted," said Maskelyne.
"Let me explain," she said, rapidly and
eagerly. "You know this face?" She
held the photograph before him, and In
dicated Zeno with the tip of a finger.
"Yes." said Maskelyne, "I kuow the
face. The man at the Hotel des Fostes
Zeno."
"You see he is in close conversation
with some one there?"
"Yes."
"That man with whom he Is walking
and talking there, arm in arm, is Mr.
Dobroski's bitterest enemy a Pole, but
a spy in the pay of the Russian govern
inent."
"You know that?" said Maskelyne,
looking up at her.
"Mr, Dobroski showed me his photo
graph a week ago. I should know the
man among a thousand."
It is not a face about wnicn one
could easily be mistaken," Maskelyne
allowed. "What must I do?" 1
"Do you see to what the companion
ship of these two men and this mans
presence here point?" she asked him. "You
won't think me foolish or romantic, Mr.
Maskelyne?"
I should be very much inclined to
say," returned Maskelyne, "that It points
in the direction of Mr. Farley's fancy,
and this fellow Zeno is a spy upon Dob
roski. Of course the corapauionship may
be a chance, and Zeno's being here an
accident."
"Do you think that very probable, Mr
Maskelyne?"
"It may be," said Maskelyne. "But we
cannot tell. What am I to do, Miss But
ler?"
"Will you " she began, and broke
off there. "Mr. Dobroski has gone to
Brussels. He left this afternoon, and
gave the people of the Cheval Blanc no
address. He is a known figure every
where, and it will be easy to find him."
"You wish me to find him, and to let
him know of this?"
"To put it in his hands," answered
Angela.
"Yes," he said, accepting the proffered
photograph and bestowing it in his breast
pocket. "I will take the morning mail.'
,CIIAPTER VIII.
The driver, bearing in mind O'Rourke's
promise of five francs in case the station
were reached in time for the mail train,
put his fat-ribbed, heavy-footed horse to
the road at such a pace that O'Rourke
had five minutes to wait for the train. He
secured a ticket for the first stage of his
journey, and walked on toj the platform
carrying his portmanteau. He had been
thinking of Angela and Maskelyne and
his own chances all the way ; but now
he suddenly recalled Dobroski to mind.
That venerable conspirator and he would
travel to England together, for Dobroski
was on the train.
Nothing occurred to make the journey
particularly remarkable, and the two
companions were silent for the most part.
A brace of early tourists recognized Dob
roski and O'Rourke at Brussels, and
pointed them out one to another; and at
Dover they were known again, and cre
ated a little stir as they walked up and
down the platform, side by side, waiting
for the train.
They arranged where to meet again,
and Dobroski betook himself to the
streets, whilst O'Rourke went upstairs to
sleep, giving injunctions to his servant
to call him in four hours precisely. But
after entering the bed chamber and lock
ing the door he stood awhile in thought,
and then suddenly reopening the door1, de
scended to his private working room, and
there wrote a telegram. The telegram
was addressed to George Frost, Esquire,
at a house in Pimlico, and ran thus : "Call
at once. Special." It did no tpurport
to come from Hector O'Rourke, but from
one O. Johnson of Acre Buildings. Any
way, at 1 o'clock precisely a gentleman
with a peaked beard, a furtive eye, a soft
hat and an accent blended pf the accents
of Erin and Columbia, presented himself
at the door of the house in which
O'Rourke had chambers, and sent in a
card which bore the name of Mr. George
Frost in flourishing copperplate. He
was shown up, and when the door was
closed behind him, the occupant of the
room rose with a smile of welcome and
gripped him heartily by the hand.
(To be continued.)
Contract Dentlntry.
"Contract work In dentistry is entire
ly out of date," said the dentist. "Sev
eral years ago that was the coinai,u
way of doing business. A person with
poor teeth would ask us to make an es
timate on the cost of putting his mouth
In shape." Once a price was fixed he In
sisted upon sticking to that figure.
Since It was possible to name only nn
approximate cost of the work, we fre
quently underestimated the value of our
time and material. It was In order to
secure justice all around that the rule
of paying for work actually performed
was established. The old way sultort
our patrons better, however, because it
was usually more economical for thm,
and every day we meet persons who
ask for a reversal to the old order of
paying a stipulated sum for the entire
Job."
Making; I'd the Deficiency.
"Girls," said the manager of a quick
lunch Joint, "I want you to look your
best to-day. Add an extra ribbon or
ring. Give your cheeks an extra daub
of powder."
"What's the matter?" asked the fair
head waiter. "Butter bad again?"
"No," said the manager; "the beers
on the bum." Pittsburg DIspatca.
Heard In the Green Room.
First Actor Congratulate me, old
man. I have been married Just tea
years to-day to one woman.
Second Actor That's nothing. I've
been married twice to my present wife
in nve years.
Conid Prove an Alibi.
Doctor (to his patient who Is 111 with
typhoid fever) This Is probably cau!
ed by some water you have drunk.
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When did you last take some
Patient About three years av
think. Simpllclsslnms. i
Ox wagon competition makes certain
short railroad lines in South Africa
unprofitable. 1
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After the marriage of Edna May,
the beautiful American actress, to Os
car Lewishon, son of the New York
millionaire, at the register's office at
Windsor, England, the couple went to
a beautiful vlneclad villa which the
groom had prepared for his bride.
There, shortly after their arrival, they
were photographed standing together
on the porch, a handsome pair In a
framework of ivy leaves and flowers.
In 1896 a little girl with parted hair
and wise, demure eyes went from Syra
cuse, where her father was, and Is to
day, a letter-man, to New York, where
she asked for a position in a chorus.
She was made understudy to Lucille
Saunders In Santa Maria. She was
recognized as a type of girl which Is as
rare on the stage as a rose In a field of
flaunting popples. That winter was
uneventful and Miss May did no more
than get a nice little start After a
brief American tour she went to Lon
don, where for several years she was
in mediocre plays which caused little
or no comment. In 1904 she was at
Daly's In New York In The Schoolgirl,
and the next year she appeared in The
Catch of the Season. Since then En
gland has been her field of action.
For almost ten years the little ac
A GOOD PIPE.
Shape Ha. More to Do with Insuring;
Succena Than Hal ainterini.
Pine are smoked by millions, and
always will be, yet not one smoker In
thousand knows the elements oi a
good pipe. Engineers nave Deen auo u
to talk by the hour over the draft of
their Are boxes and never once In half
a lifetime think of the draft In their
pipes which they smoke hourly.
Sage attention Is paid to the pipe
material, all of which has little If any
thing to do with the qualities of a pipe,
and generally nothing whatever Is
thought of shape and proportions, the
two things that make a pipe good or
bad. A two-cent postage stamp spent
with intelligence will buy as good a
pipe as there is In the world; every
thing added to that price Is ornament,
vanity and especially Ignorance.
The corncob holds a high place
among pipe smokers and deserves this
place usually for the best of scien
tific reasons. When a pipe Is bnllt on
right principles the bowl Is as narrow
and deep as is convenient to fill; the
bole In the stem meets 'the bowl at the
very bottom and In the center, thus m
Lirinr nerfect and even burning of
th tohsoco The cake prevents the
flr9 tvom burning the bowl, thus p re
vents making,. Its bore larger or nn-
even, which wouia in proporuon poii
'the draft The sides of the bowl are
thick to keep In the heat thus making
n burning at the same temperature
at the edges of the tobacco as at the
center. In this way a clean, sweet
smoke Is assured.
When a man marries a widow, he
should at least get a house and lot, or
1 turn.
tress has been besieged with the atten
tion of England's titled sons, and her
name has been in the papers constant
ly. That she U wise to retire in the
height of her iopularity cannot bs
doubted. Edna May did quite the
proper thing to wed, and the simple
little 'ceremony which united her ti
Mr. LewiHhon puts the finishing touch
to her wonderful career. She and her
millionaire husband are going to live
a simple life in a "manor house,"
whatever that may be, all Ivy-grown
and with the conventional- swans in
the lake and hungry deer In the spa
clous park.
Oscar Lewishon Is the fourth and
youngest son of Leonard Lewishon,
once well known as a "copper king.
Mr. Lewishon, Sr., and his brother
Adolph were both poor when they
landed In New Y'ork from Germany
many years ago. Their first business
venture was made under the all-em
bracing heading of "general mer
chants," but they soon began to spe
cialize In two things only coffee and
copper. By degrees they became the
largest operators in coffee, and with
II. H. Rogers, of Standard Oil fame,
organized the memorable coffee corner
in 1901.
An Odd Business.
In France at this season the banks
Of streams are yellow with bonfires
every night About the fires loaf peas
ants, men and women, smoking, chat
tering, spooning.
They keep the blaze going all night,
and at dawn the ground Is an Inch of
two deep with May flies, fireflies, moths
little creatures that flew out of the
darkness Into those clear and gem-like
flames, fluttered forth again In agony,
fell and died.
The tiny corpses are sold to the
French bird dealers at five or six cents
a pint, and are resold for food to the
owners of pet birds, finches, thrushes,
canaries, nightingales and the like.
Government Lands In Canada.
Of the 90,000,000 acres of fertile land
In the west of Canada the government
has allotted 75,280,000 and has only
14,180,000 left In 1908 the crop acre
age of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and
Alberta, with s population of 808,928,
was 7,283,719 acrea Only a small pro
portion of this has fallen Into the
hands of bona -fide fanners. Forty mill
ion acres of the fertile land given out
by tbe government Is In the hands of
companies, syndicates and private and
other owners, all of whom are holding
for the purpose of obtaining higher
prices.
How They Maaaa-o.
"Every girl In that chorus has a lot
of dlamonda."
That's so."
"I wonder how they can afford It?"
"Why, as yon may see, they have
scarcely any clothes to buy." Houston
Post
It's to a man's credit If he can truth
full say that his credit la good, -
TO PREDICT THE WEATHEK.
Watch Animals, Illrds and Flhes as
Very Hellable Forecaster.
Before a rainstorm the cat nearly al
ways washes her face. Why? Some
clulin that the atmosphere excites the
electricity in the cat's fur, Irritating
her, and to overcome the tingling sen
sations she sets to washing herself.
Or If there Is no cat in the house n
maiden lady next door may possess a
loquacious parrot. If the bird sits and
makes a sort of hissing noise you may
be suro there will be rain before night.
If you have an aquarium of goldfish
you may observe that they will become
unusually active Borne sunny after
noon. They will dart about In the
water and flap their little tails. This
Is a sign of rain. One seldpm need feat
getting wet If he lives In the country.
Horses, cows, sheep, hogs, dogs, pen
cocks all evince certain peculiarities
before a storm.
Suppose you are a master of a skye
terrier or any other dog. No doubt
you have often seen him burying bones ;
vet vou never took notice of the fact
that he did this shortly before it rained.
In the days when man wandered
throueh the forests a savage creature,
clothed principally with sunshine and
smiles, he took little care or tue aog.
It reaulred all the efforts of the tribal
ancestor to take care of himself. So
the dog had to be on the lookout for a
"rainy day."
Dogs in those days lived mostly on
fowls. Now, In rainy weather, fowls
are hard to catch. So the early pet of
man caught game before the rain began
and burled it, so he should not die of
hunger In case the storm continued.
This Instinct still remains with the
dogs.
Horses become uneasy as a storm
approaches. They fidget and neigh Im
patiently In their stalls.
As the sky becomes overcast asses
bray and show their asinine defiance
of the Inevitable. Before a storm cows
lie down.
Some day you may walk Into a Held
and see a flock of sheep In a corner
with their backs turned to the north
west If you wait long enough you
will see a wind blow up from that di
rection. At other times the sheep run and
bound over the fields, rearing on their
hind feet as if they were fighting imag
inary foes. This Indicates a disturb
ance of the atmosphere and the ap
proach of a brisk storm.
Hogs, as would be typical of them,
grunt before It rains.
When lions eat revenously circus
trainers know there Is going to be bad
weather. Then they take particular
precautions In fastening the poles and
ropes of circus tents.
Birds also evince feelings of discom
fort before Inclement weather. Swal
lows fly low, rooks caw discordantly,
and peacocks and guinea hens cry con
stantly. Water fowl before a rain
make a bee line for a lake or river.
The weather has a noticeable effect
on fish of all kinds. Fishermen will
tell you that trout become electrified
with energy before a storm. As If in
Joyful anticipation of a feast, sharks
disport playfully about ships before a
hurricane rises.
Persons living near rivers or streams
can gauge the weather by the croak of
frogs. As the weather becomes warm
and dry or wet and disagreeable the
frog's croak varies, ascending and de
scending In the scale of sound like a
barometer. Detroit News-Tribune.
Will Give Fiancee Proof.
There Is a man In Pittsburg who
will be married In a short while and
will occupy the house a few rooms of
which he has used during his bachelor
days. He takes the greatest pleasure
in showing his Intimate friends about
the place and Is especially delighted at
the astonishment they express when
his own "den" is reached. He has al
ways been a quiet, studious fellow,
but as refitted the room gives the ap
pearance of the lounging place of a
regular rounder. There are racks of
long pipes, photographs of actresses
are stuck about the chimney glass, a
shelf of beer steins runs all the way
around the room and a few feminine
gloves, handkerchiefs and fans are
scattered about
"Great Scott, Jack!" the last visitor
gasped, "where did you get this outfit
and why?"
"Bought out a college fellow," was
the complacent reply. "Just think how
pleased that dear lltrte girl will be
when she sees all this truck and thinks
how much wickedness she has won me
away from!" Harper's Weekly.
Refute Oaler'a Theory.
Mrs. Eddy was 40 when she dis
covered Christian Science, Just as Mrs.
Stowe was 40 when she wrote Uncle
Tom's Cabin. Scott began the Waverly
novels when he was 43; Mohammed
was 52 when the heglra marked the be
gfnnlng of his great work ; Swedenborg
was 54 years old when what Is called
his Illumination began, and If Newton
and Darwin had regarded themselves
as past their best at 40 there would
now be neither the Prlnclpla nor Tha
Origin of Species.
Answering; a Fool Question.
The attendant In the dentist's offlca
approached the man with the swollen
Jaw who had Just entered.
"Do you want to have a tooth ex-
tracted?" she Inquired.
"Want to!" he snorted. "Want tol
What do you think I am, a lunatic!
I've got to." Ann Arbor Chaparral.
Oaly Rarely Though.
Once In a while you meet an oM vi.
lege graduate who remembers what the
words toe initials in the name of hl.i
Greek letter society stood for wera
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