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Thursday, November 6. 1924.
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“How the dickens did you know
I was down there?" Francis de
manded with .gome surprise, I
whs just thinking as I drove up
that I hadn’t left my address either
here or at Clarges street.
“Next time you visit Sir Timo
thy,” the detective observed, “I
should advise you to do so. I
knew you were there, Mr. Ledsam,
because I was In the neighborhood
myself. I have been doing s Little
fishing, wonderful and keeping my eye Sir on Timo- that
estate of
th rands was interested.
r “I believe
‘tShopland,” he said.
that our intelligences, such as they
are, are akin.
“What do you suspect Sir Timo
thy of? the detective asked
Wusttv. 1 suspect him
of nothing,'’ Fran
cis replied. “He Is simply, to my
mind, an Incomprehensible, some
what sinister figure, who might be
capable of anything. He may have
very excellent qualities which he
* contrives to conceal, or he - be
an archcriminal. His personality
absolutely puzzles me. >*
There was a knock at the door
and Angrave appeared. Apparent
ly he had forgotten Sbopland’s pres
ence, for he ushered in another vis
itor. Timothy Brast to
“Sir see you,
sir,” he announced.
The moment was one of trial to
every one, admirably bome. Shop
land remained in his chair, with
only a casual glance at the new
comer. Francis rose to his feet
with a half-stifled expression of an
gCr at the clumsiness of his clerk.
Sir Timothy, well shaven and
groomed, attired in a perfectly fit
ting suit of gray flannel, nodded to
Francis in friendly fashion and laid
his Homburg hat upon the table
with the air of a familiar...........
“My dear Ledsam,” he said, “I
do hope that you will excuse this
early call. I could only have been
an hour behind you on the road.
I dare say you can guess what®
have come to see you about. Can
we have a word together?”
I Certainly,” was the ready reply.
u You remember my friend Shop
land, Sir Timothy? It was Mr. Shop
land who arrested young Fairfax
that night at Soto’s.”
“I remember him perfectly,” Sir
Timothy declared. “I fancied, di
rectly, I entered, that your face was
familiar," he added, turning to
Shopland. “I am rather ashamed
of myself about that night. My
little outburst must have sounded
almost ludicrous to you two. To
tell you the truth, I quite failed at
that time to give Mr. Ledsam credit
for gifts which I have since dis
covered him to possess,
“Mr. Shopland and I are now'
discussing another matter,” Fran
cis went on, pushing a box of
cigarettes toward Sir Timothy, who
was leaning against the table in an
easy attitude. "Don’t go, Shopland,
for a minute. We were consulting
together about the disappearance
ofa_young man, Reggie Wilmore,
the brother of a friend of thine—
Andrew Wllmore, the novelist.”
“Disappearance?” Sir Timothy re
peated as he lit a cigarette. “That
is rather a vague term.”
“The young mpn has been miss
ing from home for over a week,”
Francis said, “and left no trace
whatever of his whereabouts. He
was not in financial trouble, he
does not seem to have been entan
gled wdth any young woman, he had
not quarreled with his people, and
he seems to have been pn the best
of terms with the principal at the
house of business where he was em
ployed. His disappearance, there
fore, is, to say the least of it, myste
rious.”
Sir Timothy assepted gravely.
“The lack of motive to which
you allude,” he pointed out, “makes
the case interesting. Still, one must
remember that London is certainly
the city of modern mysteries. If
a new ‘Arabian Nights’ were writ
ten, it might well be about London.
I dare say Mr. Shopland will agree
with me," he continued, turning
courteously toward the detective,
“that disappearances of this sort
are not nearly so uncommon as the
uninitiated would believe. For one
that is reported in the papers, there
are half a dozen which are not.”
“Where do you suppose they dis
appear to?” Francis inquired.
Who can tell? was the specu
latlve reply. For an adventurous
youth there are a thousand doors
which lead to romance. Besides,
the lives of none of us are quite
•o simple as they seem. Even
youth haw its seeret chapters. This
young man, for Instance, might be
on his way to Australia, happy in
the knowledge that he has escaped
from some murky chapter of life
which will now never he known.
He may write to his friends, giv
ing them a hint. The whole thing
will blow over.”
“There may be cases such as you
suggest. Sir Timothy.” the detective
said quietly. “Our Investigations,
so far as regards the young man
la question, however, do not point
that way.”
Sir Timothy turned over his rig
arette to look at the name of the
maker.
u Excellent tobacco,” he mur
mured. “By-the-bye, what did you
say the young man’s name was?
i* A good name,” Sir Timothy
murmured. “I am sure I wish
you every good fortune in your
quest, Mr. Ledsam, for the single
minute alone.” (< By all means, ?»
Francis gnswered.
“I’ll wait in the office, If I may, *»
Shopland suggested, rising to his
feet. “I want to have another word
with you before I go.”
“My business with Mr. Ledsam
is of a family nature,” Sir Timothy
said apologetically, as Shopland
passed out. “I will not keep him
for more than a moment. ■
Shopland closed the door behind
him. Sir Timothy waited until he
heard his departing footsteps. Then
he turned back to Francis.
“Mr. Ledsam,” he said, “I have
come to ask you if you know any
thing of my daughter’s where
abouts?
"Nothing whatever,” Francis re
plied. “I was on the point of ring
ing you up to ask you the same
question.”
“Did she tell you that she was
leaving the Sanctuary?"
She gave me not the slightest
Intimation of It,” Francis assured
his questioner; “in fact, she in
vited me to meet her in {he rose
garden last night. When I arrived
there, she was gone. I have heard
nothing from her since.”
“You . spent the evening with
her?”
“To my great content.”
“What happened between yon?"
Nothing happened. I took the
opportunity, however, ,of letting
your daughter understand the na
ture of my^ feelings for her.”
“Dear ine! M.iy I ask what
they are?"
“I will trans! .te them Into
facts,” Francis replied. “I wish
your daughter to become my wife. 11
"You amaze me!” Sir Timothy
exclaimed, with the old mocking
smile at his lips'' “How can you
possibly contemplate association
with the daughter of a man whom
you suspect and distrust as you do
me?”
. “If I suspect and distrust you, It
Is your own fault,” Francis remlnd
ed him. You have declared your
self to he a criminal and a friend
of criminals. I am Inclined to be
lieve that you have spoken the
truth. I care for that fact just as
little as I care for the fact that you
are a millionaire, or that Margaret
has been married to a murderer. I
intend her to become my wife.”
“Did you encourage her to leave
me?”
“I did not. I had not the slight
est idea that she had left the Sanc
tuary until Lady Cynthia, told me,
half-way to London this morning.”
Sir Timothy was silent for sev
eral moments.
“Have you any idea in your own
mind, *'■' ” he persisted, “as to where
she has gone, and for what pur
pose?”
“Not the slightest in the world, i i
Francis declared. I am just as
anxious to hear from her, and to
know where she is, as you seem to
be.
Sir Timothy sighed.
“I am disappointed," he admitted.
“I had hoped to obtain some in
formation from you. I must try in
. another direction.”
“Since you are here, Sir Timo
thy," Francis said, as his visitor
prepared to depart, “may I ask
whether you have any objection to
my marrying your daughter?”
Sir Timothy frowned.
“The question places me in a
somewhat difficult position,” he re
plied coldly, “In a certain sense
I have a liking for you. You are
not quite the ingenuous nincompoop
I took you for on the night of our
first meeting. On the other hand,
you have prejudices against me. My
harmless confession of sympathy
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“If I Can Psrsuade Your Daughter
to Marry Me, Your Coneent Will
Not Affect the Matter."
tirlth criminals and tbelr ways
seems to have stirred up a cloud of
I suspicion in your mind. You even
employ a detective to show the
world what a fool he can look, sit
ting in a punt attempting to fish,
1 with one eye on the supposed abode
crime. ,,
,
"I have nothing whatever to do
with the details of Shopland's In
vestigations," Francis protested.
“He Is In search of Reggie WII
raore.”
“Does he think I have seeret dun
geons In my new abode?” Sir Tim
othy demanded, or “oubliettes la
which I keep and starve brainless
youths for some nameless purpose?
Be reasonable, Mr. Ledsam. What
the devB benefit could accrue to me
from abducting and imprisoning or
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
is any way laying my criminal
upon this young man?"
“None whatever that we have
been able to discover as yet,” Fran
cis admitted.
11 A leaning towards melodrama,
admirable in its way, needs the
leaven of well-balanced discretion
and a sense of humor,” Sir Timothy
observed. “The latter quality is
as a rule singularly absent among
the myrmidons of Scotland Yard. I
do not think that Mr. Shopland will
catch even fish in the neighborhood
of the Walled House. As regards
your matrimonial proposal, let us
waive that until my daughter re
turns. u
As you will," Francis agreed. “I
will be frank to this extent, at any
rate. If I can persuade your daugh
ter to marry me, your consent will
not affect the matter.
“I can leave Margaret a matter
of two million pounds,” Sir Timothy
said pensively.
it I have enough money to support
my wife myself,” Francis observed.
Utopian but foolish," Sir Timo- Mr.
thy declared. “All the same,
Ledsam, let me tell you this. You
have a curious attraction for me.
When I was asked why I had In
vited you to the Sanctuary last
night, I frankly could not answer
the question. I didn’t know. I
don’t know. Your dislike of me
doesn’t seem to affect the question,
I was glad to have you there last
night. It pleases me to hear you
talk, to hear your views of things.
I feel that I shall have to be very
careful, Mr. Ledsam, or—’’
“Or what?” Francis demanded.
.“Or I shall even welcome the
idea of having you for a son-in
law,” sir Timothy concluded re
luctantly. "Make my excuses to
Mr. Shop’and. Au revolr!”
Shopland came In as the door
closed behind the departing visit
or. He listened to all that Fran
cis had to say without comment.
If the Walled House,” he said,
at last, “is so carefully guarded
that Sir Timothy has been in
formed of my watching the place
and has been made aware of my
mild questionings, It must be be
cause there is something to con
ceal. I may or may not be on the
track of Mr. Reginald Wllmore,
but," the detective concluded, “of
one thing I am becoming convinced
—the Walled House will pay for
watching. *»
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It Was a day when chance wa8
bind to Francis. On his way to
wards the Sheridan, he came face
to face with Margaret Hilditch, is
suing from the doors of one of the
great steamship companies.
She, too, came to a standstill at
seeing him. Her first ejaculations
betrayed a surprise Which bordered
on consternation. Then Francis,
with a sudden inspiration, pointed
to the long envelope wliich she was
carrying in her hand.
“You have been to book a pas
sage somewhere]” he exclaimed.
Well?”
The monosyllable was In her
usual level tone. Nevertheless, he
could see that she was shaken.
You were going away without
seeing me again?” he asked re
proachfully.
I Yes," she admitted.
Why?”
Slie looked up and down a little
helplessly.
“I owe you no explanation for my
conduct,” she said. “Please let me
pass.
Co<uld we talk for a few mlfi
utes, please?” he begged. “Tell me
where you were going.”
“Oh, hack to lunch, I suppose,”
she answered.
“Your father has been up look
for he told her.
“I telephoned to the Sanctuary,
she replied. “He had just left.”
“I am very anxious,” he contin
ued, "not to distress you, but I can
not let you go away like this. Will
you come to my rooms and let us
talk for a little time?”
“She made no answer. Somehow,
he realized that speech just then
was difficult. He called a taxi and
handed her in. They drove to
Clarges street in silence. He led
the way up the stairs, gave some
quick orders to Ills servant whom
he met coming down, ushered her
into his sitting room and saw her
ensconsed in an eflsy-chair.
Please take off that terrible
veil,” he begged.
“It Is pinned onto my hat,” she
told him. 1 v
.
> • Then off with both,” he insisted.
“You can’t eat luncheon like that.
I’m not going to try and buily you.
If you’ve booked your passage to
< * Timbuctoo, and
you really want
to go—why, you must. I only want
the chance of letting you know
that I am coming after you. ■>»
I brew Sh^ took them off her the hat sofa, and veil and
onto glancing
sideways at a mirror let into the
door of a cabinet.
"My hair is awful," she declared.
He laughed gayl.v, and turned
around from the sideboard, where
he was busy mixing cocktails.
■ Thank heavens for that touch of
humanity!’’ he exclaimed. “A wom
an who can bother about her hair
when she takes her hat off. Is never
past praying for. . Please drink
this.
She obeyed. He took the empty
glass away from her. Then he
came side. over to the-heurthrug by her
“Do you know that I kissed you
last night," he reminded her.
“I do,” she answered, That Is
why I have just paid eighty-four
pounds for a passage to Buenos
Aires.”
“I should have enjoyed the trip,”
he said. “Still, I'm glad I haven't
to go.”
“Do you really mean that you
would have come after me?” she
asked curiously.
"Of course I should,” he assured
her. Believe me, there Isn’t such
an obstinate person in the world
as the man of early middle-age
who suddenly discovers the woman
he means to marry."
"But you can’t marry me,” she
protesfcd. *
Why not?” he asked.
• • Because I was Oliver Hilditch’s
wife, for one thing." ’
“Look here," he said, “if you had
been Beelzebub's wife. It wouldn’t
make the least difference to me.
You haven’t given me much of g
chance to tell you so yet, Margaret,
but I love you."
She sat a little forward in ber
(To be continued)
Our Daily Story j
Nancy Found a
Partner
By CHARLES E. BAXTER
Huving hobbled his burro, old
Eph went out to Inspect his mine
In the valley below. A moving fig
ure attracted his attention Spurred
on by his fears, he nurrlea bis foot
steps, only to find those rears con
firmed.
The claim which he hod omitted
to mark, so sure was he that no
one would come upon it, had been
jumped In his uhsence.
And by a woman! Advancing to
ward the figure with clenched fists,
he saw a girl of nboui twenty, with
yellow bobbed hair and a pair of
innocent gray eyes smiling ut him.
“You’re Mr. Eph Samson?"
“I am, and this is my claim 1”
“Pardon me, I've registered It, and
you can see the markers I’ve put
up—”
“It’s my claim," repeated Eph
violently. "I found this here mine
last month. Had to go pack to town
fer more provisions, ana didn’t think
any one’d be so dern mean as to
jump another man’s claim.’’
“I don’t know anything about
that. This Is my clqim, and regis
tered, and I’m going to work It.”
“You ain’t l”
"I am!"
If It had n a man Eph would
have fought the death there and
then. But after a moment’s hesita
tion he knew that he was beaten.
He turned away. The claim was
hers, by the mining law and custom,
too. She pjust have seized the op
portunity the claim for of nis absence to Jump
herself.
Epn went Beaten—and sullenly by up to his I
camp. a woman
Beaten—after he had discovered
the richest deposit of gold in twenty
years—the mine of whose existence
he had always been credulous; the
mine which would have made him
rich for his declining years.
And by a woman! Old Eph was
known to be a woman hater. He
had had'his experience—years be
fore, when Elsie had run away from
wiiom him, taking with her the baby girl
he worshiped. She had
left him—there was no other
GETS MANY NEW
Mrs. A. P. Longdon, librarian
at the Hawkes Free Library, an
nounces that the following books
have been received this week:
Fiction.
New Friends in Old Chester—
Margaret Deland.
The Blue Flower—Van Dyke.
The Shadow Line—Joseph Gon
rad.
Where the Trail Divides—Aline,
Harvard.
Nina—Susan Ertz.
Magic and Mary Rose—Faith
Baldwin.
The Needle’s Eye — Arthur
Train.
The Garden of Folly—Stephen
Leacock.
Red of the Redfields — Grace
Richmond. ........ ; .........
Warning—Pamela Wynne.
Saint Martin's Summer—Rafael
Sabatini.
The Clouded Pearl—Berta Ruck.
Patricia Ellen—Mary Witshire.
Captain Shaply—Harold Brig
house.
The Passing of Charles Lanson
—Louis Tracy.
The Passionate Quest— E. Phil
lips Oppenheim.
Robin Hollow—Edna Brown.
Don Quixote—Meguel Cervantes.
Non-Fiction
man In fhe case—because she had
ceased to care for him. Later she
hacl able d|ed, (face but his he had never been
to child.
So Epb had gone farther wesi,
and developed Info the sour, dogged
old man that he was. with a secret
tenderness for children and a secret
softness for anything In trouble or
pain, which he tried his best to
conceal from the eyes of the world.
And now a woman had played him
this wretched trick. And there
was nothing to do. Old Eph was a
man of quick decisions. Knowing
that he was beaten, and unwilling
to remain a single night on the
field of this disaster, he rolled up
his pack and went for his burro, in
order to move on. Maybe there
was more gold in the district.
lie was just strapping on his pack
■'•lien he saw the girl coming up
ilie slope toward him. Thunder!
He didn’t want to speak to her. He
tried to complete the squaw-hitch,
hut his fingers trembled so from his
agitation that lie was unable to com
plete the work before the girl was
standing In front of him.
“You’going away?"
Lfth -wheeled on her fiercely. “See
here, ung woman," he snarled,
“you got my mine, and I guess you
ain’t come here to say you’re sorry,
so I: don’t want to have no palaver
with you. Git back and work It.
ami may the grfld turn to Dead sea
fruit in yore mouth—I mean—”
A merry, rippling laugh broke
from the girl’s lips. “Can’t we set
tle this somehow?”
“How do you mean, settle It?
“As partners, maybe.”
“You mean—no!” shouted Eph.
“It’s mine, and I’m going to have It
all or none of it.’’
“Why, father!
“Why -what?” shouted Eph.
Suddenly her arms were round
him. “I’m Nancy. Don’t you re
member me? I’ve been trying to
trace you ever since l grew up, and
when I found you they told me yon
were so cross, and I was afraid,
and—and 1 came out to ask you t«
he partners—
"Nan!” ejaculated Eph huskily.
And as his arms went round her
he knew that he had forfeited some
thing better than a gold mine.
{(£), 1924. Western Newspaper Union.)
r N
Birdie News J
Mrs. W. J. Elder returned home
last week from visiting her daugh
ter, Mrs. Wyatt Wesley, at Wool
sey. .........................
_ _
Tom Hammond, who for quite a
while has been at Troup, Texas,
returned to Georgia to make his
home and visited his mother, Mrs.
C. M. Hammond, last Wednesday.
Mr. and Mrs. Welden Middle
brooks, of Griffin, spent last Sun
day with Mr. and Mrs. Leonard A.
Akin.
Mr. and Mrs. G. B. Wesley and
family, Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Dunn
and family spent last Sunday
Mr. and Mrs. William Wesley.
The many friends of Carl
are ftW to know that he is im
proving from his illness.
Emmett Goodrum has been visit
ing his mother, Mrs. J. O. Good
rum, for some time.
Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Wesley had
as their visitors Sunday Mr. and
Mrs. J. W. Caldwell and little
Dorris, of Concord; T
J. Cochran and son, Frank, of
Concord; Mr. and Mrs. Rcy Irv
in and little daughter, Nellye
Claire, of Atlanta; Mr. and Mrs.
B. H. Morgan, of Griffin, and Jes-
f '’ 1 " ""............ .... . ......... » ■ ...............
Brooks News
v.-,
Broks was well represented at
the Griffin and Spalding County
Chamber of Commerce meeting at
Fairview in Line Creek district
Monday night. It was largely at
tended and is said to have been
the best ever held in the county.
Besides some very interesting ad
dresses, fine music was furnished
by the different bands.
A small vote was cast in Fay
ette county Tuesday in the gen
eral election,' as the farmers were
very busy with their farm work
and took very little interest
it.
Mrs. Joe Kinney, of Atlanta,
was the week-end guest of her
brother, L. L. Haynes, and family.
Wilson Haynes, of Brooks, will,
with this issue, become a sub
scriber to The News.
The Rev. W. F. Dick and fam
ily, formerly of Fayette county,
but now of Athens, are visiting
relatives in Brooks for a few days.
Greater France in Africa—Wil
liam Milligan Sloane, (member of
American Academy of Arts and
Letters.)
Songs of Cheer—James Whit
comb Riley.
Songs of Friendship — James
Whitcomb Riley.
The Children’s Poets—Analyses
and appraisals of the great Eng
lish and American poets for chil
dren—Walter Barnes.
The books in the children’s
room, under the direction of Mrs.
Logan Wallace, have been arrang
ed for the pupils in the grammar
grades.
The best books for each grade
are placed on the shelves conven
ient for the children.
All necessary assistance is furn
ished the child in the selection of
books.
se' Wesley.
The many friends in this sec
tion of Miss Grace Calloway, of
Love Joy, are glad to know that
she is resting well after her op
eration for appendicitis at the
Wesleyan Memorial Hospital in
Atlanta and wish for her a speedy
recovery.
, Mrs. G. B. Wesley and Mrs.
William Wesley and children
spent Tuesday with ilrs. Guy
Wesley.
All who attended the singing at
the Misses Josie and Blanche Ak
in Sunday evening enjoyed it very
much.
I SAGETEA KEEPS
When Mixed With Sulphur It
Brings Back Its Beautiful
--- Lustre At Once.
Gray hair, however handsome,
denotes advancing age. We all
know the advantages of a youth
ful appearance. Your hair is your
charm. It makes or mars the
face. When it fades, turns gray
and looks streaked, just a few ap
plications of Sage Tea and Sul
phur enhances its appearance a
hundred fold.
Don’t stay gray. Look young.
Either prepare fhe recipe at home
or get from any drug store a bot
tie of Wyedh’s Sage and Sulphur
Compound, which is merely the
old time recipe improved by the
addition of other ingredients.
Thousands of folks recommend
this ready to use preparation, be
cause it darkens the hair beauti
fully, because no one can possibly
tell, as it darkens so naturally
and evenly. - You moisten a sponge
or soft brush with it, drawing
this through the hair, taking one
small strand at a time. By morn
ing the gray hair disappears; af
ter another application or two, its
natural color is restored and it be
comes thick, glossy and lustrous,
and you appear years younger.—
(adv.)
THE NE1
Contrary to V: J
tablished by 1
the horse stage driver
ent day drivers of
stages to Yosemite
a most truthful lot.
However, once in a w _
are asked such absurdly fo
questions by their tourist pa
gers that they cannot refrain
telling a whopper.
As, for instance, the follow
inspired by a particularly
query:
Lady Passenger: Where did
these rocks come from, <
! Long Suffering Stage Pi
glaciers left them there, t
L. P.:And where are the
I « ow i driver ?
Long suffering stage pilot
stand no more.
L. S. S. P.: They’ve gone bat
after more rocks.
Special belts having red signal
lights on the front and rear' are
worn by the traffic police in Den-
1
ver.
v
M
.
Two in One Family Relieved By
External Remedy. No Knife, 0
Pain or Stain.
Mrs. Flora Estes, 13 B. Turner
street, Norwich, N. Y., says: “We
are 80 * rftteful for th * relie * in
I iso short a time and for such a
„ expenge . M y two daughters
U8ed Sorbol-Quadruple and have
had relief from extreme nervoua
ness and difficult breathing. You
can use my name an< * * w ^' '"rite
to a "J °" c >1
'
Sold _ at all drug . stores . or wnte
Sorbol Company, Meehanicsburg,
Ohio. Locally at Mitchell Drug
Co.~~<«dv.)
is visiting
her sister, Mrs. Addie McKinney,
in Atlanta, this week.
W. W. Arnall, of Griffin, has
been spending? several days in
Brooks with his mother, Mrs. Vara
Arnall.
Mr. and Mrs. William Malone,
Mrs. J. B. Woods, Mrs. Collins
Sibley and Miss Sara Gable rep
resented the Brooks Woman’s
Club at the county federation . , ,,
meeting at Woolsey last week,
and report a good meeting.
Mrs. William Malone, of Brooks,
spent the week-end at Goggans
with her sister, Mrs. H. E. Wil
.
Jlams, and family,
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girls, hundreds of wild and domestic animals
participate.
SEE THE HORSE FAIR, Introducing the most beau-'
tlful, best trained and highest Jumping horses In
the world.
SEE The Picturesque FOX HUNT-a living, moving f
picture. -
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Circus acts ever seen with any circus— 1
400 ARENIC STARS. i
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I Finest Representatives of the Wild Animal
Kingdom displayed In a Complete Menagerie, Most
of them Performing Animals.
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