"IsGustavustobetrusted？"
"Trusted，ma’am！"criedMr。Ferdinand，lookingatGustavus，whohadassumedanexpressionofpaleandpatheticdignity。"Trusted——aLondonfootman！Oh，ma’am！"
Hisvoicefailed。Hechokedandbegantorummageinthepocketofhisblacktailcoatforhisperfumedhandkerchief。
"T’st，t’st！Imeanhisarms，"saidMrs。Merillia，pattingherdelicatehandsquicklyonthechair。"Canhecarryme？"
ThecountenanceofMr。Ferdinandcleared，whileGustavuseagerlyextendedhisrightarm，bentitsharply，andallowedhismagnificentbicepstoriseupinsuddenmajesty。Mrs。Merilliawasreassured。
"Hoistmetothedrawin’—room，then，"shesaid。"Hennessey，willyouwalkbehind？"
Theprocessionwasformed，andthelittleoldladyproceededbyasuccessionofjerkstotheupperfloor，hersilkgownrustlingagainstthebalusters，andhertinyfeetdanglinglooselyinmid—air，whileherlongandelegantheadnoddedeachtimeMr。FerdinandandGustavusprancedcarefullysidewaystoahigherstep。TheProphetfollowedsolicitouslybehind，withhandsoutstretchedtocheckanydangerousrecoil。Hisfacewasverygrave，butnotentirelyunhappy。
"Setmedownbythefire，"saidMrs。Merillia，whenshefoundherselfbeingsmoothlypropelledthroughtheatmosphereofthedrawing—room。
Themenialsobeyedwithbreathlessassiduity。
"Andnowbringmeasandwich，aglassoftoastandwaterandafan，ifyouplease。Yes，putthefootstoolwellunderme。"
"Dearestgrannie，"saidtheProphet，whenthemenhadretired，"areyouingreatpain？"
"No，Hennessey。Areyou？"
Mrs。Merillia’sgreeneyestwinkled。
"I！"
"Yes，atmyaccident。Formyankleissprained，I’malmostsure，andI
shallhavetolieuppresentlyinwetbandages。Tellme，areyoureallypainedthatIhavehadtheaccidentyouprophesied？"
Sheglancedfromhergrandsontothetelescopethatpointedtowardthestarsandbackagain。
"Iam，indeed，sincerelygrieved，"theProphetansweredwithgenuineemotion。
"Yes。ButifI’djumpedoutallright，andwassittin’herenowinaperfectconditionofhealth，you’dhavebeensincerelygrieved，too。"
"Ihopenot，grannie，"saidtheProphet。Buthelookedmeditative。
Mr。Ferdinandbroughtthetoastandwater，thesandwichandthefan。
WhenhehadtroddenacrossthecarpetoutoftheroomMrs。Merilliacontinued，——
"Hennessey，youseewherethispropheticbusinessisleadin’you。Ithasmadeyoucharmedatmyaccident。Yes，ithas。"
Shespokewithoutanypathos，humorouslyindeed，inabrighttonefullofcommonsense。Andshenoddedathimoverhertoastandwaterwithachaffing，demuresmile。ButtheProphetwincedandputhishandtohisthickbrownhair。
"No，no，"hecriedquickly。"That’simpossible。Itcan’tbe。"Butthestatementssoundedlikeperturbedquestions。
"Think！"saidhisgrandmother，lookingdownatherpoor，helplessfootasitlayonthevelvetstool。"IfIhadn’thadanaccidentto—night，you’dhavebeenobligedtothinkillof——of——whichofthemwasitthathadtheimpertinencetotalkmyaffairsoverwithyou？"
"MercuryandUranus，Jupiter，SaturnandVenus，"saidtheProphetwithalmostterriblegravity。
"Exactly。Ialwayshavethoughtillofthelast，butthat’snothin’todowithit。Weighmeinthebalanceagainstfiveplanets——aretheyallplanets？——andhowdothescalesgo？Yousee，Hennessey！"
TheProphetlookedmuchdistressed。Hesawhisbelovedgrandmotherbythefireandthebrightstarstwinklingthroughthefrostywindow—
panes。Hethoughtofhistelescope，ofSirTiglath，ofMr。Malkiel，andofthefuture，andthevelvetybluewallsofthedrawing—roomseemedtospinroundhim。
"Prophecy，"continuedMrs。Merillia，fanningherselftillthelacelappetsofherpricelesscapflutteredaboveherorderlyandclaspingwig，"isdangerous，foroftenitcancauseitsownfulfilment。Ifyouhadn’tsaidthatbecauseofacertainconjunctionofplanets——orwhateveritwas——inmyhoroscope，Ishouldhaveanaccidentto—night，I
shouldn’thavejumpedoutofthebrougham。IshouldhavewaitedforMr。
Ferdinandtoassistme，asbefitsagentlewoman。"
"But，grannie，IassureyouIwasmostanxioustosaveyou。IhopedI
hadmadeamistakeinyourhoroscope。Idid，really。IwassonervousthatIsenttoMr。Malkielwhileyouwereatthetheatreandimploredhimtolookintothematterasanexpert。"
"Mr。Malkiel！Whoishe？Doweknowhim？"
"No。Butweknowhismarvellous/Almanac/。"
"The/Almanac/person！Why，Malkielissurelyamyth，Hennessey，anumberofpeople，acompany，asyndicate，orsomethingofthatkind。"
"SoIthought，grannie。ButIhavemadeinquiries——throughadetectiveagency——andIhavediscoveredthatheisoneperson；infact，aman，justlikeyouandme。"
"Ratheranoddmanthen！IsheintheRedBook？"
"No。Heis，Iunderstand，ofaveryretiringandsecretivedisposition。
Infact，Ihavehadgreatdifficultyinlearninganythingabouthim。
ButatlengthIhavediscoveredthathereceivesandanswerslettersatanaddressinLondon。"
"Indeed。Whereisit？"
"Jellybrand’sLibrary，ElevenHundredZ，ShaftesburyAvenue。Isentaboymessengerthereto—day。"
"Didyoureceiveareply？"
"No。Ithinktheboy——althoughMr。Ferdinandtellsmeheworefourmedals，Ipresumeforcourage——musthavebecomenervousonperceivingMr。Malkiel’snameontheenvelope，havethrownthenotedownagrating，andboltedbeforehereachedtheplace，thoughhesaid——onhisBibleoath，IunderstandfromMr。Ferdinand——hedeliveredthenote。InanycaseIgotnoanswer。Howareyoufeeling？"
"Twisted，butprophetic。Iforetellthatmyanklewillbeswelledbeyondrecognitionto—morrow。Helpmetobed，Hennessey。"
TheProphetflewtohisdearrelative’sassistance，andMrs。Merilliaendeavouredtoriseandtoleanuponhisanxiousarm。Afterastruggle，however，inwhichtheProphettookpartandtwochairswereoverset，shewasobligedtodesist。
"Youmustringthebell，Hennessey，"shesaid。"Mr。FerdinandandGustavusmustcarrymetobedinthechair。"
TheProphetsprangtragicallytothebell。Itwasanswered。Theprocessionwasre—formed，andMrs。Merilliawascarriedtobed，stillsmiling，noddingateachstairandbearingherselfwithadmirablecourage。
AsMr。FerdinandandGustavusdescendedtothebasementafterthecompletionoftheirunusualtask，thelattersaidsolemnly，——
"Howevershouldmasterhavecometoknowasthemissiswouldn’tbeabletoputfoottofloorthisnight，Mr。Ferdinand？However？"
"Icannotansweryou，Gustavus，"Mr。Ferdinandreplied，shakinghisbroadandglobe—likehead，roundwhosebaldcupolathejet—blackhairwasbrushedintwohalfmoonsdecoratedwitharenowned"butler’sownspecialpomade。"
"Well，Mr。Ferdinand，"rejoinedGustavus，stretchingoutonehandforpaleale，theotherfor/FrenchRevolution/，"Idon’tlikeit。"
"Why，Gustavus？"inquiredMr。Ferdinand，preparingtoresumehisdiscussionwiththeaccommodatingupperhousemaid。"Why？"
"Becauseitseemsstrangelike，Mr。Ferdinand，"saidGustavus，liftingtheglasstohislips，the/FrenchRevolution/tohiseyes。
"Itdoseemstrange，Gustavus，"answeredMr。Ferdinand，leavingoutthe"like"inacultivatedmanner。"Itdo。"
Inthedrawing—roomtheProphetstood，withclenchedhands，gazingthroughthetelescopeatMercuryandUranus，Jupiter，SaturnandVenus，while，onthesecondfloor，Mrs。FancyQuinglet，Mrs。Merillia’sdevoted，butoccasionallydisconcerting，maid，swathedhermistress’sankleinbandagespreviouslysteepedincoldwaterandinvinegar。
CHAPTERII
MALKIELTHESECONDISBETRAYEDBYTHEYOUNGLIBRARIAN
Mrs。Merillia’saccidentmadeaverydeepimpressionupontheProphet’smind。Hethoughtitovercarefully，anddesiredtodiscussitinallitsbearingswithMrs。FancyQuinglet，whohadbeenhisconfidanteforfullthirtyyears。Mrs。Fancy——whohadnotbeenmarried——wasnolongeraprettygirl。Indeeditwaspossiblethatshehadnever，eveninherheyday，beenotherwisethanmoderatelyplain。Now，attheageoffifty—
oneandahalf，shewasafaithfulcreaturewithathin，pendulousnose，apale，hystericeye，atendencytocoldintheheadandchilblainsintheautumnoftheyear，andasomewhatincoherentandoccasionallyfrenziedturnofmind。Argumentcouldneveratanytimehavehadmucheffectuponhernature，andasshegrewtowardsmaturityitspoweroverhermostmarkedlydecreased。Thisfactwasrecognisedbyeverybody，lastofallbyMrs。Merillia，whowasatlengthfullyconvincedoftheexistenceofcertaindepthsinhermaid’speculiarcharacterbythefollowingcircumstance。
Mrs。Merilliahadabandy—leggeddachshundcalledBeau，whosenamewasformanyyearsoftenaffectionately，andquitecorrectly，pronouncedbyFancyQuinglet。Oneday，however，shechancedtoseeitwrittenuponpaper——B。E。A。U。
"Whateverdoesthatmean，ma’am？"sheaskedofMrs。Merillia。
"Why，Beau，ofcourse，Beau——thedog。Whatshoulditmean？"
"Bow？"criedFancy。"Ishewritso？"
"Ofcourse，sillygirl。ItiswrittenBeau，andyoucanpronounceitasyouwouldpronounceabowofribbon。"
Fancysaidnomore，thoughitwaseasytoseethatshewasmuchshakenbythiscircumstance。Butshecouldneverafterwardsbeinducedtoutterherfavourite’sname。Shewasphysicallyunabletospeakthewordsostrangely，soalmostimpiously，spelt。Thisshedeclaredwithtears。
Persuasionandargumentwereunavailing。HenceforthBeauwasalwayscalledbyher"thedog，"anditwasobviousthat，hadshebeenledouttothestake，shemusthaveburnedratherthansaveherselfbyapronouncingofthecombinationoflettersbywhichshehadbeensolongdeceived。
SuchaninflexiblemindhadMrs。Fancy，towhomtheProphetnowappliedhimselfwithgesturesalmostSinaic。
Shewasdressedinmouse—colouredgrenadine，andwasseatedinasmallchamberopeningoutofMrs。Merillia’sbedroom，engagedinwhatshecalled"plaintatting。"
"Fancy，"saidtheProphet，enteringandclosingthedoorcarefully，"youknowmewell。"
"Fromthebottle，sir，"sheanswered，dartingtheboneimplementsinandout。
"Haveyoueverthought——hasiteveroccurredtoyou——"
"Ican’tsayithas，sir，"Fancyreplied，withtheweakdecisionpeculiartoher。
Shewaseverpronethustoanswerquestionsbeforetheywerefullyasked，orcouldbeproperlyunderstoodbyher，andfromsuchprematuredecisionsasshehastenedtogiveshecouldneverafterwardsbepersuadedtoretreat。KnowingthistheProphetsaidrapidly，——
"Fancy，ifamanfindsoutthatheisaprophetwhatoughthetodo？"
Thelady’s—maidrattledherbones。
"Letitalone，sir，"sheanswered。"Letitalone，MasterHennessey。"
"Well，butwhatd’youmeanbythat？"
"WhatIsaysir。Ican’tspeakdifferent，normeanother。"
"Butcan’tyouexplain，Fancy？"
"Oh，MasterHennessey，thelivesthathavebeenwrecked，thehomesthathavebeenbrokeupbyexplainings！"
Hereyeseemedsuddenlylitfromwithinbysomefeverofsad，worldlyknowledge。
"Well，but——"theProphetbegan。
"Iknowit，MasterHennessey，andIcan’tknowother。"
Shesighed，andhergazebecamefixedlikethatofatyphoidpatientinadream。
"Themthatknowsotherletthemdeclareit，"sheejaculated。"Isayagain，asIdidafore——thehomesthathavebeenbrokenupbyexplainings！"
Shetatted。TheProphetbowedbeforeherdecisionandlefttheapartmentfeelingratherhungry。FancyQuinglet’scrumbswerenotalwayscrumbsofcomfort。HeresolvedtoapplyagaintoMr。Malkiel，andthistimetomaketheapplicationinperson。ButbeforehedidsohethoughtitrighttotellMrs。Merillia，whowasstillsteepedinbandages，ofhisintention。HethereforewentstraighttoherroomfromFancyQuinglet’s。Mrs。MerilliawaslyinguponacouchreadingaRussiannovel。Acupofteastoodbesideheruponatablenearabowlofredandyellowtulips，acanarywassinginginitscageamidashowerofbird—seed，and"thedog"laystretchedbeforetheblazingfireuponamilk—whiterug，overwhichapalerayofwintersunshinefell。AstheProphetcameinMrs。Merilliaglancedup。
"Hennessey，"shesaid，"youaregrowin’tolooklikeLordBrandling，whenhecombinedthePremiershipwiththeForeignOfficeandwehadthatdreadfulcomplicationwithIceland。Mydearboy，youarecorrugatedwiththoughtandcare。Whatisthematter？Myankleismuchbetter。Youneednotbeanxiousaboutme。HasVenusbeenplayingyouanotherjade’strick？"
TheProphetsatdownandstrokedBeau’ssablebackwithhisforefinger。
"IhavescarcelylookedatVenussinceyouwereinjured，grannie，"heanswered。"Ihavescarcelydaredto。"
"I’mgladtohearit。SincethedaysofAdonisshehasalwayshadadangerousinfluenceonyoungmen。Ifyouwanttolookatanybody，lookatthatpretty，sensiblecousinofRobertGreen’s。"
"LadyEnid。Yes，sheissensible。IbelievesheisinHampshirestayingwiththeChurchmores。"
Helookedcalmerforamoment，butthecorrugatedexpressionquicklyreturned。
"Grannie，"hesaid，"IthinkitmydutytomakeanefforttoseeMr。
Malkiel。"
"The/Almanac/man。Whatdoyouwantwithhim？"
Shetappedoneofhersmall，mittenedhandsovertheotherandslightlytwistedherlongandpointednose。
"Iwanttolearnhisviewsonthisstrangefacultyofprophecy。Hasiteveroccurredtoyouthatamongallourimmenseacquaintancewedon’tnumberasingleprophet？"
"Onecan’tknoweverybody，Hennessey。AndIbelievethatprophetsalwaysspringfromthelowerclasses。Thelinemustbedrawnsomewhereeveninthesedays。"
"Whynotdrawitatmillionairesthen？"
"Ishouldliketo。Somethin’willhavetobedone。Ifthenobodiescontinuetogoeverywheretheveryfewsomebodiesthatareleftwillsoongonowhere。
"Perhapstheydogonowhere。Perhapsthatiswhywehavenevermetaprophet。"
Mrs。Merillialookedupsharply，withherwide，cheerfulmouthsetawryinashrewdsmilethatseemedtosay"Soho！"Sherecognisedastrange，newnoteofprofound，thoughnotarrogant，self—respectinhergrandson。
"Prophets，"Hennesseyaddedmoregently，"havealwaysbeeninclinedtodwellinthewilderness。"
"Butwherecanyoufindawildernessinthesedays？"askedMrs。
Merillia，stillsmiling。"EvenHammersmithisbecomin’quiteafashionableneighbourhood。Andyousaythatthe/Almanac/manlivesinShaftesburyAvenue，onlyhalfaminutefromPiccadillyCircus。"
"Mydeargrannie，"hecorrectedher，"Isaidhereceivedlettersthere。
Idon’tknowwherehelives。"
"Howareyougoin’tofindhimthen？"
"IshallcallthisafternoonatelevenhundredZ。"
"Toseeifhehasruninforapostcard！Andwhatsortofpersondoyouexpecthimtobe？"
"Somethingquiteoutofthecommon。"
Mrs。Merilliascreweduphereyesdoubtfully。
"Ihopeyouwon’tbedisappointed。Howmanyeditionshavetherebeenofthe/Almanac/？"
"Seventyyearlyeditions。"
"ThenMalkielmustbeaveryoldman。"
"ButthisMr。MalkielisMalkieltheSecond。"
"Oneofadynasty！Thataltersthecase。Perhapshe’sayoungmanabouttown。Thereareyoungmenabouttown，Ibelieve，whohaveaddressesatclubsandlibraries，andsleepondoorsteps，orinthePark。Well，Hennessey，Iseeyouaregettingfidgety。Youhadbetterbeoff。Buymesomerosesformyroomonyourwayhome。I’mexpectin’someonetohaveteawiththepoorvictimofprophecythisafternoon。"
TheProphetkissedhisgrandmother，putonhisovercoatandsteppedintothesquare。
Itwasabright，frosty，genialday，andheresolvedtowalktoJellybrand’sLibrary。
Londonwaslookingquitelight—heartedinthedry，coldair，whichsetabloomevenuponthecheeksoftheambassadorswhowereabout，andcausedthebutcherboystoappearlikepeonies。Thecrossing—sweeperssweptnothingvigorously，andwererewardedwithshowersofpencefrompedestriansdelightingintheabsenceofmud。CrystalassomegardenofaneternalcityseemedthegreenPark，wrappedinitsfrostymantleembroideredwithsunbeams。Eventhedriversofthe"growlers"weremoderatelycheerful——averyrareoccurrence——andtheblindmanofPiccadillysmiledasheroaredalongthehighway，strikingthefeetofthecharitablewiththewandwhichwastheemblemofhisprofession。
OnlytheProphetwassolemnonthisdeliciousafternoon。Peoplelookedathimandthoughtthathemustsurelybetherichestmanofthetown。
Hisfacewassosad。
Hewoundacrossthewhirlpool，wherethegreenimageposturestothehumanstreamsthatriotbelowit。Hesawbeneaththeirroovesofostrichfeathersthegirlsshaketheirlongearringsabovesweetvioletsandrosesfaintingwithdesiretobeboughtbycountrycousins。
"WhereiselevenhundredZ，ifyouplease？"heaskedtheShaftesburyAvenuepoliceman。
"Jellybrand’ssir？Ontherightbetweenthecreamshopandtheenginewarehouse，justoppositetheplacewheretheysellparrots，afterthattherepatentmedicinedepot。"
TheProphetbowed，thinkingoftheblessingsofknowledge。Inamomenthestoodbeforethelibraryandglancedatitsdirtywindow。Hesawseveralletterslyingagainsttheglass。Onewasaddressedto"MissMinervaPartridge。"Hesteppedin，wonderingwhatshewaslike。
Jellybrand’sLibrarywasasmall，squareroomcontainingaletterrack，anewspaperstand，abookcaseandacounter。Itwasfittedupwithletters，papers，books，andabigboywithabulginghead。Thelast—
namedstoodbehindthecounter，strokinghisirregularprofilewithonehand，andthrowingaboxofJnibsintotheairandcatchingitwiththeother。UpontheProphet’sentrancethisyouthobliginglydroppedthenibsaccidentallyuponthefloor，andarrangedhissharpandanemicfaceinanexpressionofconsumptiveinquiry。TheProphetapproachedthecountersoftly，andallowedthesablewithwhichhiscoatwastrimmedtorestagainstit。
"DidaboymessengercallhereafewdaysagowithanoteforMr。
Malkiel？"heasked。
Theyounglibrarianassumedanattitudeofvitalsuspicionandtheexpressionofalynx。
"ForMalkieltheSecond，sir？"herepliedinapiercingsopranovoice。
"Yes，"saidtheProphet。"Aboymessengerwithfourmedals。Therewasacrestontheenvelope——anelephantrampantsurroundedbyaswarmofbees。"
Adoggedlookofcombinedterrorandresolutionoverspreadtheyounglibrarian’scountenance。
"There’sbeennoelephantandnoswarmofbeesinhere，"hesaidwithtremblingcurtness。
"Youaresureyouwouldhaverememberedthecircumstanceiftherehadbeen？"
"Rather！Whatdoyouthink？Wedon’tallowthingsofthemsortinhere，Icantellyou。"
TheProphetdrewouthalfasovereign，uponwhicharayofsunshineimmediatelyfellasifinbenediction。
"DoesMr。Malkiel——？
"MalkieltheSecond，"interruptedtheyounglibrarian，whosepinkisheyeswinkedattheilluminationofthegold。
"MalkieltheSecondevercallhere——inperson？"
"Inperson？"saidtheyounglibrarian，verysuspiciously。
"Exactly。"
"Idon’tknowaboutinperson。Hecallshere。"
"Ah，"saidtheProphet，recognisingintheyouthaliterarysensethatinstinctivelyrejectedsuperfluity。"Hedoescall。MayIaskwhen？"
"Whenhechooses，"saidtheyounglibrarian，andhewinkedagain。
"Doeshechooseoften？"
"He’sgothisday，likeMissPartridgeandlotsof’em。"
"Isee。Ishisday——bychance——aThursday？"
ItwasaThursdayafternoon。
"Idon’tknowaboutbychance，"rejoinedtheyounglibrarian，hisliterarysenseagaincomingintoplay。"Butit’s——"
Atthismomentthelibrarydooropened，andatall，thin，middle—agedmanwalkedinsidewayswithhisfeetverymuchturnedouttorightandleftofhim。
"Anyletters，FrederickSmith？"hesaidinahollowvoice，onreachingthecounter。
"Two，Mr。Sagittarius，Ibelieve，"repliedtheyounglibrarian，movingwithrespectfulceleritytowardstheletterrack。
TheProphetstartedandlookedeagerlyatthenewcomer。Hiseyesresteduponanindividualwhosefacewascomicinoutlinewithaseriousexpression，andwhoseformsuggestedtragicfarcedressedtorepresentcommonplace，asseenatMargateandelsewhere。Atophat，aspottedcollar，apinkshirt，awhitesatintie，achocolatebrownfrockcoat，browntrousersandboots，andablackovercoatthrownopenfromtoptobottom——theseappurtenances，clerklyintheiradherencetoacertainconvention，couldnotwhollydisguisetheemotionalexpressionthatseemssometimestolurkinshape。ThelinesofMr。Sagittariusdefiedtheirclothing。Hisshouldersgavethelietothechocolatebrownfrockcoat。Hislegsbreatheddefiancetothetrousersthatsheathedthem。
Onecould，infancy，seetheformershruggedinalltheabandonmentofthird—actdespair，beholdthelatterdartingwildlyforthecoveraffordedbyacopper，acupboard，oranyotherfriendlyrefugeofthosepoorvictimsofludicrousandterrificcircumstancewhoaresosorelysmittenandafflicteduponthefunnystage。
Mr。Sagittarius，infine，seemedamandressedinamaskthatwasunabletodeceive。Hisleanfacewasalmostabsurdinitsirregularity，itshighcheek—bonesanddeepdepressions，itssharpnose，extensivemouthandnervouschin。Butthepaleblueeyesthatwereitssoulshoneplaintivelybeneaththeirshaggy，blondeeyebrows，andevenanapplicationofpomadealmosthystericallylavishcouldnotentirelyconcealthecurlinggloomoftheheavy，mattedhair。
"Yes，two，Mr。Sagittarius，"criedtheyounglibrarian，approachingfromtherack。
Thegentlemanheldoutahandcoveredwithayellowdogskinglove。
"Thankyou，FrederickSmith，"hesaid。
Andheturnedtoleavethebuilding。ButtheProphetinterceptedhim。
"Excuseme，"saidtheProphet。"Ibegyourpardon，but——but——"helookedattheyounglibrarianandaccidentallyletthehalfsovereignfallonthecounter。Itgavethetruering。"IbelieveIheardyoumention——letdropthenameMr。Sagittarius。"
"Idon’tknowaboutletdrop，"begantheyouthinhisusualrevisingmanner。"ButI——"
Atthispointthegentlemaninquestionbegantomoveratherhastilysidewaystowardsthedoor。TheProphetfollowedhimupandgotbeforehimneartheletterrack，whiletheyounglibrarianretrievedthehalfsovereignandbititwithhisteeth。
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