New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 17, 1927, Page 10

Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of i —— Pevelations of a Wife——| Madge Confronts Mrs. Baker With An Accusation. I a timorous 1 to the ing foot- rd impulse bolt it some were woman, sound of steps comin my door, 1 to leap gainst loathesome, padding tow insane door rous beast All the inex- plicable repy to the fourth floor lodse « dread of her which I had felt ever since my first sight pt er me and left me craven. for my self-re ion lasted omewhe to con spect, but a re, the wave of em few secor I'rom pumpe me through before sk accents ser you r soking n 1 door and “Sit down, Mrs dicating a chair will tell you why vour room, and to talk to you. lo 1 T 10 in come to vhy T did w will not Tank you" She with difficulty. T wil fn your room. You tell me vot you vant avay. 1 My anger nsolence in b vill own hat to my L is o sent lieve you of o to be occupyir She stiffened, and tion of s strike. “Vot do yo she said, The Family Entrance By Thornton W. What children ir parents do, They're sure to try and do it too. —O0la Mother Nature. Burgess Jimmy Skunk, having made him- gelf at home in Farmer Brown's| kitchen, and having won the| friendship of Mother Brown, he in| his usual independent way formed | the habit of coming up to Farmer | Brown's house wh he was | Of course t long| Mrs. Jimmy and the six children discovered that my was not satisfied to wait out in shed, but was going right stral into the house where those two-legged creatures liv they discovered that Jimmy getting some extra nice tidbits there. They found it out because | Jimmy would bring them out to | eat. f This was quite enough for Mrs. Jimmy. If it was safe for Ji g0 in there, for her. So one never it w Then | was | my to | it was entirely safc| night when the | door was left open and Jimmy | walked in, Mrs. Jimmy walked in right behind him. The six young Skunks hesitated. One after an-| other they would go to the door| and look in. Presently ont backed | Jimmy. He was always very care. | ful to back out. He had a choice bit of chicken. Then out backed | their mother and she had a choics bit of chicken. That was enough | the boldest of the young| Skunks, the one who was all black excepting the tip of his tail. was safe for Father and Mother to %0 in there and get chicken, itwas | safe for him. So calmly, quietls and in the most unconcerned he walked into the kitchen. T in the middle of the floor was a plate. He walked over to it. Yes, it was chicken. He dalntily select- ed & piece and then, as he had seen his father and mother do, he backed to the kitchen door before | turning around. Ot course his brothers and ters were waiting to see wha pened. When they saw : ed that little piece of chicke brought out they promptly d that they were going to ha share. So In they all a funny sight. They all back How Farmer Brown's Boy did la And how Mother Brown and I Brown laughed! “This will never do,” said We mt ere st hav S0 present s did nic would have imply cr ing it. I neighbors w irmer Bro’ first place, it they w would I've t Why, ried Je without 3 should have do mowing lot if it n for those Skunks. Tha white grubs were killing the grass roots at a great for you,” icy 1 ne t u 100t} told sk h 5 a cob: mean by such in- with abot 15¢ 20 Lout no oy 1 son why I have hich appears | ng a good deal of your | gain I had the | | “to er, re- | about to | am F | t it an un- | s if she engagement ring to him, asion p- | over- il to with you 0 place e | | me, and I| you these to speak | 'r in any | sea to it | t your room. in this matter | how ade my volce|to see him as often as ever, but as | 1y, ng as| h the wo- | t to make odd intonations of which I long | that Bobbie h part of a cl ver | | | | drive | m looks | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY There in the middle of the floor was | rate until the dug them out over the he's a gegujar (Copyright, 19 The next Clever.” a pl Si story: b ate. t busy and at the feliow ng so fat that “Mrs, derman.” T. W . Burgess) Skunk Is 'Menus for the Family ., BY SISTER MARY BREAKFAS' cereal, thin beef toast, milk, co t pot apple with coc —California cream, on toast, ffe S oe salad, French dressing, s are simple, mon crisp whole \nsage s, ere c Butter grapes, | med dried wheat | rolls, ecan-| endive frozen pears, rolls, milk, delicious cms espe- | baked | served READ HERALD CLASSIFIED ADS I'OR YOUR WANTS Made from the world’s finest mustard seeds GULDENS i' | that his wife is divorcing him, and | Monic: | Gus sprang ahead of her into the | of the stolen brooch. Not to blunt- ask | to Gus | Dad sent me? NEW BRITAIN DAIL #«HOLLYWOOD GIRL: © JOHNSON FEATURES | READ THIS FIRST: | Bobbie Ransom, a little blond | school teacher, is movie struck, and | wildly eager to go to Hollywood to | if Monica was t break into pictures. Failing to bor- | row the money she needs from her | widowed father and her Aunt Ger- | trude, she asks Andy Jerrold to lend it to her. But Andy, who want her to stay at home and marry him, re- ises to do it. Bobbie returns his | borrows the money from the Widow Parkins. | who is to marry her father, and | goes to Hollywood. There, at Mrs. Mangan's boarding | house, she meets Stella Delroy, an | extra in the movies. Through Stella | | she gets a few days’ work at the | Magnifica Studios, where Roy | | Schultz, a famous director, and his | wife, Lottie, take great interest in | °r — more as a person than an| tress, however. Gus MacCloud, the | ssistant director, falls in love ith her and she with him. He cceps promising ler a part in & picture when he makes one, but never makes good his promise, } She Jearns that he's married but 0 she drops him. Stella kills her- selt and leaves behind her a letter that telis about her unhappy love r with Gus, and then Bobbie | s that he has been running 1 with Monica Mont, a rath- reputable vamp of the films. is disgusted with him, but re- ins infatuated with him some- and when she happens upon him in the street one day, promises | arou erd | an opportunity | money by tu- | little daughter, Jolly, And it is from Lot ars that Gus is free from his wife. So when he makes violent love to her without men- tioning the word “marriage,” Bob- bie repulses him and refuses to with him to a movie *loca- Monica, however, goes with Their car is wrecked on the and she tells newspaper re- ters that they were on their ¥ to be married. Gus denies the newspaper story to Bobbie when he returns, and offers to give her| I the help he can in the future, 1e tells him she will sell him a elet that Andy Jerrold sent her r Christmas and some dull dia- onds, left her by Aunt Gertrude, who has recently died. When she for the diamonds, they are Lottie gives her to make some extra toring her roa tim tion.” gone, CHAPTER XLITI 14 you mind stopping at 1's for a jiffy on the way up to vour house?” Bobbie asked as “Wo dark green car. Like a flash of lightning, it had come to her that she must go straight to Monica with the story Iy accuse her of taking it, but to | her it she knew anything about it, 0, You needn’t come up with | me. T won't be a second,” sha said as he stopped hefore the imposing apartment building with | its shining glass doors and trimiy- clipped bay trecs. “Gus must have come over this road dozens of times,” she thought as sh& went up the thickly-carpet- ed stairs to Monica’s flat. How | i and surely his car had | come, taking two short cuts on the ¥ New as it was, the dark greer car seemed to know the road alrcady! ‘The road that ended at the paneled door of Monica’s rooms. It opened as Bobbie reached the of the stairs, and Monica her head out. It was not a pretty head, seen at | is time of day, when Monica wasn't expecting visitors. The red ' hair, that was beginning to look too red from too many trips to the hair-dyeing shop, was done up in curl papers. The face beneath it was pasty- white and covered with cold cream. Her blue eyes were the least bit | bloodshot, and without mascara Monica's eyelashes were almost | Her lips were pinched and room, her soiled catin flapping on the floor. She ked up a bhalf-burned cigarette a table before the fire, t down, pulling her Ameri- y kimono around her. ! er your hat?” she fch was her way of ask- what was on her mind. d a long breath. She frox and s g Bobbie Bobbie customer in a real spoke gently, and not as s she would have liked to. 2, she Degan. “You re- member those diamonds that my Monlca shook her head. e said calmly, and Bobble gasped. Why, how could Monica retend that she hadn't seen the liamor She had even advised Bobb “No,” remember her with a She wasn't | put a thing | “Don’t you | 1 asked you n me for our nd you told me to sell | I need ‘ Bobbie told of her hig eyes, ng to let Monica that over on ber the nigh £20 owed lash g vor vivid head he fire wi a country-store 2 1 you 220 But Bobble's steadfast | d on the ate. Don't he here blue eyes 105 in the g her shoulders. can you SAY kno cl searlet, and her | eks werc shool ) | that's a lot of string beans. | know T don't owe | Monica's voice was coarse and common. A back- 3 A gutter voice. “You | just think because I've made a lit- | tle money you can come " here and badger it out of me! You low-down little sneak!" you a sud- | voice. Iw | nice | come | 1augh Y HIRALD, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1927 1926 face above Her eyes were on Bobbie's now, fixed on point just Bobbie's It d as to meet her Just couldn't eyes squarely, and do it! “Me, a sneak?” Bobbie repeated her word faintly. “Why, how can you call me that, Monica Mont? When I've been as good to you as T've becn, and let you get away with all my silk socks and my perfume, and even my gold evening slippers without saving a word! It's you 've been a sneak, if anybody has!” Monica finally managed to look her straight in the eye. But it was not an open and honest look. “Well, if youre such straight goods, why didn't you come right out and say what was on your mind a minute ago, when y she asked acidly, “Why didn't you accuse me of stealing your rotten little pin and be done with it, in- stead of hedging around?" Bobbie laughed suddenly. “Monica, you just gave yourself way!” she cried. “If you never aw my diamonds, how did you know they werc Set fn a pin? A ‘rotten little pin’ fs what you said just now!” Monica gave a then managed g she tried to make clever and &ly. She shook her head, and began to ake off the curl papers. Oh, no, I didn’t,say anything of the kind! Don't try to trap me!” She denied the whole thing flatly. never mentioned the word ‘pin » She got up, went into the dress- ing room and came back with towel in her hands, Serenely began to wipe the cold grease from her white face, Bobbia looked at her with ad- ation that was two-thirds sco and disgust. What a wonderful prevaricator she was! An arti really! “Well,” she said, gasp. “I've always heard that can lock up from a thief, but you can't lock up from a liar! Hov ever, you seem to be both, Monica. So, naturally T didn't stand much chance of keeping my brooch, with vou around, did I1? And it didn't do me much good to come here to- ind ask you about it, either!" None " Moni ne back at her e as she slipped off her scarlet kimono and got into a black satin dress that came just to her knees. “And while you're talking about stealing, I suppose you think it's all right to try to take a girl's sweetie a from her, don't you, Miss Mor Bobbie stared at her. you talking about?” “Gus MacCloud!” answered Mon- ica, widening her eyes until they looked like China-blue marbles, set In their sockets. “You walk away with Gus and you think that Christian thing to do—to between me and him. To Lreak up a friendship that méant a lot to both of us. To both Gus and me.” Bobbie didn’t or to cry. hadn't hec 1 came in? little start, t smile that and 0 she cream with a little you What are know whether fo Why. Gus and on speaking terms when she had first known them! And then, for Monica to say they'd been dear friends and that Bobble had wrecked friendship! She'd probably convinced Gus of it, too, by this time! Men are ways 5o ready to believe that two women are fighting between them- selves for his love and affection. Bobbie turned suddenly on her heel and went out of the flat, knowing that she was leaving th two “dirty” diamonds behind her, probably. But she knew, also, t she might just as well go as try to get them from Monica, if they were there. Moniea wasn’t the Kind of tiger-cat who would give up a thing once she had fastened her paws upon it. She went down the stairs, and as he reached the bottom of them a man passed her on the way up. She turned to watch him. Wher had she scen him before? Where? Then, she remem- bered. He } one of guests at Gus MacCloud's New Year's party! She remembered something else about him, too; he blond wife who him like a hawk all Monica all evening. their | the | Beatrice Burtory « -author of “LOVE BOUND® “HER MAN" "HONEY LOU'ETC. him he: turned and watched had reached the 1 of the stairs, and was knock- upon the door of Suite 204. 204 was Monica's suite! | “Ho-hum!” said Bobbic to her- a twinkle of pure enjoy into her eye. n0 woman so n that she is tickled by finding out some dread- ful secrct about her enemies. And Bobhi ainly counted Monica of her enemics—one of her - ones! hie now. He not such a broad- little town as are led Like all little towns, it 1s a hotbed of gossip. st at Dolore’s Daw | son's beauty shop near Franklin ! and travel all State Stories e people, ‘their parties their love affair and their scandal: And as the dark flashed past Dolores Dawson's shop ¢ afternoon, a bit of ted there came nto Bobbie' . It had to do with herself and Gus MacCloud. “By the v Gus,” she said, turning to him and nestling against the lark green leather curtains, “Lottie heard some gossip about you and me in hop the other day.” waited for him to ask what he only | liywood is we s start of the and kind of gossip it was. But raiscd ome of his thick eyebrows and grunted. Contempt for wo- man-kind was in that grunt, | s, they say that you're en- | tirely too thick with a little blond extra girl from Magnifica,” she went on, watching him as she poke. And Lottie says that the ittie blond extra girl is I. Some- body has seen me going into your house—and coming out. And be- cause you're the handsomest bach- clor in Hollywood, people talk about you—and me.” He gave her a quick glance. “Lottie told you that story She nodded. ke it with a little salt, then,” he said gruffly. “She probably never heard a whisper of gossip. [iut she knows you go up to my house, and she wants to frighten you so you won't do it any more. She thinks I'm some Kkind of a re-wolf and not to be trusted with a nice little girl like you. Well, you tell the Honorable Mrs. Lottie Schultz for me to mind her own business and keep her eyes on her own side of the hedge!” The angry, childish words came from him sullenly, sulkily, car turned in at the driveway be- | tween the two houses he cast an |angry eye upon Lottle's innocent pink stucco house, | That night Bobbie iscked An- zus’s check for two hundred and twenty-five dollars into the bottom drawer of her dresser, where Andy Jerrold’s sparkling bracelet had lain the night hefore “With what I have in the hank,” he thought, holding up the empty white silk box that had held elet and | wistful eyes, “with that $225 will keep me going for a w months longer. And I'll be sure to get some work, too, to help the mean time.” had made her promise to stay in town for six more months, | He had told her no one ever made [ good in less than that time. “Besides, when I make that pic- ture of mine I'm going to put you |in it, as sure as sunrise!” he had | promised her that afternoon. | The sound of his voice, making | that promise, still rang in her -ears as she locked the door of the dresser. And she could still see the eager, hungry light in his blue | eyes as he had tried to make her | take the money and keep the | bracelet. | st what T have, “Only don't he such | chestnut burr,” he had said to her, | half-lightly, half in deadly earnest, he had tried to take her in his | arms. “Trust me a little more, | Tobbie. There's nothing T wouldn’t do for you if you'd only mect me | half way. I'm crazy for you." “Then why don’t you ask me to you?” she had said, in her | heart. ~ “If you'ra so wild about |me?” But aloud she had only looked at him, and sald nothing {at all woman in Jove! Nevertheless, the remembrance | marr round | I " SHE JOTTED DOWN THE D ATE ON THE WALL PAPER over the | — their troubles | i green car Dolores Dawson’s | And as the | the | (hases women, T guess, and Gus is. looking at it with | of the way he had looked and the his voice had trembled, still thrilled her as she stood there jalone in the blue-green bedroom above Mrs. Mangan's sitting room. She kept thinking about him while she tried. to count up six months. Finally she did it, and she jotted the date down on the wall-paper, inwardly praying (hat Mrs. Mangan, that “poison neat” woman, would never discover it there. That will bring me to the eighth of August!” she told herself. “I'll either be in the movies for good,and forever then —or it's back to Locust Street | school and Andy Jerrold for me!"” { " The thought of Locust street school left her cold. But the thought of Andy brought a surge of hot jealousy to her heart—the thought of Andy, the nice, good- looking thing, and that new secre- tary of his. “I wonder if she's pretty,” she thought dreamily, as she dropped off to sleep. “She probably fs—but | 1 hope she isn't. T hope she has a | face like a doughnut!’ And with that sweet and chari table thought, she closed her eyes. CHAPTER XLIV Nothing happened for a week. That is, nothing of any impor- tance to Bobbie and her career of a motion-picture actress. Not a teiephone call from a studio. Not; a word from the house on the hill ix months! 1 1 where Lottie Schultz and her fa-, mous husband lived. Not a word | or a sign from Gus MacCloud. | Then, on Saturday afternoon, | overything began to happen at| once. Things often do, in just that way. | At four o'clock, Bobbie was com- | ing slowly up Las Palmas street towards Mrs. Mangan’s house with her arms full of little bundles—a quarter pound of butter, a pat of peanut butter, six poppy seed rolls, some bologna in greasy gray paper wrappings, a half pint of cream, a half pound of coffee in a red sack. This was the food that was to last her over Sunday. She had begun to dread Sundays of late. They were gray dull des- crts of time, and not at all like the Sundays at home that had be- gun with breakfast and church, and ended with a drive and supper with Andy Jerrold. She seldom saw Gus on Sundays. He always went to the studio for several hours on Sunday, and often spent the whole day there. To him and to Roy Schultz Sunday seemed to be a working day just like Mon- | day or Tuesday. “I wonder whether they really | spend all that time at Magnifica or not,” Bobbie mused, remembering the story Lottie Schultz had told | her about their wild party at Mon- ica’s hateful little flat. | She was half-ashamed of herself | for distrusting Gus, especially | when he scemed so much in love with her. But she was. Not only that, but she knew she never had fully trusted him. There was so much of the male flirt in him—and then, did a woman ever trust a really handsome man? A man who was as attractive to th opposite sex as Gus was? | “I always trusted Andy Jerrold,” & said to herself, “and he was, every bit as good looking as Gus. But he just wasn't the kind th the difference.” Then she | remembered that new secretary of Andy's. The one that was so wonderful and such a “speed merchant,” and she frowned. | A motor-cycle came sagging past her, on its way up the street. Idly she watched it, and then all at oncs she quickened her step and her eyes brightened. It had stopped in front of Mrs. Mangan's house, and a ‘messenger hoy Topped down from it and hurried up the front walk. From where she was, Bobbie could sce the letter that he carried in his hand—a long narrow white one. The kind that Andy Jerrold used, That's suddenly the time she reached the house he had left it, and was off down the street .on his bike. She opened the mail box and found not only Andy's letter but a small square box with a “special deliv- ery” stamp upon it. It was post- marked "Los Angeles.” Bobbie turned it over and over in her hand, wondering who could have sent it to her. The address was typewritten, and it looked as if it might contain some delightful gift or other. It was that kind of a package. Then a sudden thought struck her. Perhaps Gus was returning Andy's bracelet to het! Or per- haps he had bought her some trin- ket. He knew her weakness for pretty frivolous things. Beads or perfumery or a pair of big pearl | carrings to screw into the soft rosy lobes of her lovely little ear: She tore off the paper wrapping, and opened the box. It was a soiled white pasteboard box, and upon the cotton within it reposed Aunt Gertrude's brooch! The “dirty” diamonds in it winked up at her like watery eyes. “For cat's sake!" she cried aloud in her astonishment, shaking the brooch out into the palm of her hand. She knew, of course, that Monica must have repented of her evil-do- | ing, and decided to send them back. Or perhaps she had been afraid | that Bobbie would set a detective on her trail—on her trail and the trail of the missing diamonds. And yet she couldnt be abso- lutely sure that Monica had taken | the brooch. She had no proof of |it, and yet she knew that she had, | somehow. “Anyway, I have it back” she | thought, slipping it into the pocket of her serge dress that was becom- ing very shabby and as shiny as glass at the elbows. “So I may as well wipe the whole thing off the slate and forget it She would never speak of the | brooch to Monica, she made up her mind. Tor after all, Monica was what she was—and she couldn't help being Monica Mont, gold-dig- ging, slangy, cheaply clever, any, more than a spider could help be- ing a spider. “Poor thing!” Bobble went on thinking. “She probably never had anyone to teach her right from wrong.” TFor ever since she had heard Monica speak in that com- | mon, gutter-snipe way the other day, she had known exactly what kind of a girl Monica was. Prob- ably she had come from some back- alley slum somewhere, and pulled And it certainly was something in her favor that she had sent back the brooch. “Now, I can sell it to Gus. Or at least borrow some money on it,” she said to herself. “I'll telephone him as soon as I've read Andy's letter.”. Andy's letter. A warm glow of happiness spread over Bobbie as she tore open the long narrow en- velope. It was good to hear from him. It was almost like the sound of a voice from home in her ears, the touch of a warm friendly hand on her shoulder. “And yet I don't love Andy. Not a bit really,” she thought. “But I do like hist—more than I like any- body.” That was it. She liked Andy, but she loved Gus MacCloud. To like a person you had to ad- mire him, respect him, trust him. And she respected and trusted Andy. But love, it seemed, had noth- ing to do with admiration, respect, and trust. It was a feeling that thrilled you when you thought of / the person you were in love with. And you didn't even have to look up to him in order to love him. You loved him in spite of his faults, ¢ At least that was the way Bob- bie Ransom figured the thing out for herself on a February after- noon with Andy Jerrold's letter in her hand. But as she read it, she began™ to doubt that she really like Andy errold, after all. Certainly she did not feel friendly and warm toward him, as she reached the end of the single typewritten page. “My dear Bobbie,” he had typed, “It's too nice of you to be jealous of my new secretary. I had about made up my mind that you cared so little for me that any sec- retary of mine, however beautiful, wouldn’t interest you at all, much less make you jealous. “However, I feel sure that by this time your jealous mood has passed, and that by this time you again look upon me as a brother. And so T can tell you that Miss Phillipg (that’s her name) begins to look to me like the nice girl you've al- ways been advising me to look around for. She really is nice, and she has-brown eves like yours and her hair is red. Not fiery red, but that deep auburn with gold glints in it—" ‘Deep auburn with gold glints in i I bet she has a henna rinse every Saturday of her life said Bobbie through set teeth as she read that bit. She didn't want Andy herself, but it made her boil to think of him being taken in by a sly, smiling simp who had her hair hennaed! She read on: “I probably never would have noticed her hair, how- ever, it T hadn't noticed her eyes first. They were so like yours “Like mine! T like his nerve sputtered Bobble, and went on to the end: Y “—and as you know, T've always Lad a weakness for brown eyes. That. I suppose is because my own are gray. They say that opposites are always attracted to each other, vou know. Anyway, I hope {hat this satisfies your curiosity con- cerning Lorraine Phillips, and that vou will write to me soon agaln. By the way, did you like the brace- Tet T sent you at Christmas, or per- taps you didn’t get it, “Cordially yours, ANDY" Bobbie held the sheet of paper in her hands, looking down at it. Dut through and beyond its white- ness, she was seeing Andy Jerrold's gray eyes—steadfast, and yet not too grave and serious. Usually crinkled with laughter at the cor- rers, Somehow or other, it made her dismal and unhappy to think of those gray eyes looking down into Lorraine Phillips’ brown ones. Looking into anybody's eyes the way he used to look down into her own, “I suppose any girl hates losing a man who's once been crazy about her,” she thought. She stood at the edge of the porch, where the wistaria vine dripped its bluish lavender blossoms down over her as she tore the letter into tiny pieces and dropped them down be- hind the giant geraniums that bordered the steps. As she stood watching them flut- ter down and settle on the ground like a flock of white butterfli a messenger boy turned in at the walk. He had a sheaf of yellow envelopes in his hand—telegrams. “Miss Roberta Ransom live here?' he asked, holding up one of them. T'm Miss Ransom,” Bobbie told him, and took it from him. It was from Andy. “Wrote you fool letter. Please do not read it but tear it up when it comes. Best love always. ANDY." “You're too late, old boy,” she said to him in her heart, and she crumpled up the slip of yellow paper and tossed it down behind the geraniums, too, along with the “fool letter.” Then she went down to Holly- wood boulevard, and sent him a telegram in answer to the one he had just sent her. “Read letter before wire came,” FLAPPER FANNY SAY. =2 LAN D 101927 BY NEA SEAVICL. INC REG.U $ PAT.OFF People who have a lot of good advice are wise if they keep part herself up from its depths. o was what she wrote. “Sorry. 1 have always heard that red-headed women make the best wives. Con- gratulations.” She did not sign it. She knew that Andy would know who had sent it “And I guess it'll hold him for a while, too!” she told herself snap- pily, as she started back to Las ! Palmas street. In the house, cool and shady after the February heat and glare, she went straight to the phone and called Gus MacCloud. It's an odd fact, but how often the bitterness a girl feels toward one man will drive her straight to the arms of another! “Gus, I want you,” she said to the other man when he answered the telephone, and her voice was the voice of an unhappy child. “I'm coming up.” “Sure—take a cab,” he answered cagerly, “I'll be waiting for you.” He hung up. (To Be Continued) Bobble scatters all her princi- ples to the winds in the next chap- ter of this story. 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