The Granite Enterprise. (Granite, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, February 27, 1914 Page: 7 of 8
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general agree. !• -are for Mariula
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Mkni Kramula lo tie a friend «f Wa •«" •
The buy aulentnljr promtaea rrMJJM
fwa lo lha Chateau lo live. Marjiula
*ppl (Ilea iraung IMetro aa a
lha general Allaa. I'letro ami h ranoola
meal a airana- Ui who pr.ivea to he
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rrln«* and hi* molhar to aa< *pa. ■««"•
<*>ia la a prl onar of the Auatfiana for
Hv- yaara In lha raatla owned by Metro
1n Italy lie dla. overa In hla guard one of
J'lelro old family *. rvnnla.
CHAPTKR XIV.—Contlnuto.
A permon of more Importance than
Pattlata had fallen under the apell of
Francota' personality. The governor
hlmaelf had been attracted by the
young Frenchman. The governor,
Count von Geradorf. was a vain, dia-
contented, brilliant Auatrtan. at odds
with the world becauae he had not
rlaen further in it. He was without
aociety In this mountain fortress of
Ms, and longed for It; he had a fine
voice and no one to sing to; he liked
to talk and had no one to talk to.
Francois, with hta ready friendliness,
with his gift of finding good In every
one, with his winning manner and
•implicity which had the ease of so-
phistication, was a treasure-trove of
.amusement to the bored Austrian.
Things stood so with the prisoner
at the time of his discovery of the
identity of his Jailer and of hia Jail.
The governor at that time waa away
on a visit to Vienna, looking for a pro-
motion; he came back elated and
good-humored In the prospect of a
change within the year. But the heart
of Francois sank as he thought what
the change might mean to him.
" 'Some day a marshal of France un-
•der another Bonaparte, " he said to
himself one day, staring through the
bars at his window—he called the sky
*0. He smiled. "But that is nothing.
To help place my prince on the throne
of France—that is my work—my life."
He talked aloud at timoe, as prison-
ers come to do. He went on then, in
« low voice.
"If there were good fairies, if I had
•three wishes: Alixe—the prince made
emperor—Francois Beaupre, a marshal
•of France." He laughed happily. "It
Is child's play. Nothing matters ex-
cept that my life shall do its work.
Even that is so small; but I have a
great desire to do that. I believe I
shall do that—I know It." And he fell
to work on a book which he was plan-
ning, chapter by chapter, in hi« brain.
But, if he were to escape ever, the
chance was increased infinitely by the
.going back and forth to the governor's
room. A new governor might keep
him shut up absolutely. It had been
while the count was away; then he
had been ill, and the lieutenant in
■command would not let a doctor see
him till he became delirious; that was
the ordinary treatment of prisoners.
Francois, thinking over these things
on a day, fell with a sudden accent
on the steady push of his longing for
freedom, the conviction that he must
*et free before the count left, else op-
portunity and force tof the effort
■would both be gone forever. And on
that day Battista brought In his mid
day meal with a look and a manner
•which Francois remarked.
"What is it, Battista?" he asked
softly.
The man answered not a word, but
turned and opened the door rapidly
and looked out. "I thought I had left
the water-pitcher. Ah, here it is—I
am stupid," he spoke aloud. And then,
Unger on lip dramatically, he bent over
%the young man. "My son—the little
Battista—has had a letter. The young
master wishes him to come to him in
France, to serve him. He is going in
two days."
It was whispered quickly, and Bat-
tista stood erect.
"The signor s food will got cold If
the dignor does not eat It." he spoke
Itruffly. "I do not like to carry good
food foe prisoners who do not appre-
ciate it. I shall bring leas tomorrow"
But Franco I*, hardly hsaring the
■urly tones, had his hand on Battista a
arm. was whispering back eagerly.
' Where does ho go. in France T~
"To VicquM." the low answer came.
Francois sank bark, tortured
(~>oin« to Vieques, the little Battista!
From Castleforte! And he. Francois,
must stay here Id prison! His soul
was wrung with a sudden wild home
sickness He wanted to see Allaa to
Me bis mother, to see the general; to
siosp arrb d bridge, and tto poppf
field*, and Ibe corn! Tb* gray ra U«
• llli Ms rod roofs, and tto to*<-b tood.
and Ibe dim blgb «ailed library. bo«
be wanted lo see It all' tloo bis heart
arhrd. madly. Bereely! This eaa Ibe
worat moment uf all bis raptlvlty And
wltb thai. Matt lata as o* r bin. aa
murmuring *«>rd again Something
waa slipped under Ibe bedclothes.
"I'aper pens The sigiior «III write
g letter this afternoon And tomor
row little Haul.la will lake It."
And the heart of Kranrols gave a
sudden throb of Joy aa wild aa IU an
gulsh. lie could Dpeak to them before
he died. It might t> they could save
him. Hla hands atole lo the package
under the coarse blanket. It seemed
aa If In touching it he touched his
mother and bis sweetheart and hi.
bowa
CHAPTER XV.
Good New*.
In the garden of the chauteau of
Vieques, Where the stiff, gray etoue
vases spilled again their heart's blood
of ecarlet anil etching of vlnea; where
the two stalely lilies of them led down
to the sundial and the round lawn—on
one of the griffin-supported stone eeats
Alixe and I'letro sat. where Alixe and
Francois had sat five yeara before.
As they sat in the garden, they had
been going over the pros and cons of
hia life or death ror the thousandth
time. Pletro'a quiet gray eyes were
sad as he looked away from Alixe and
across the lawn to the beech wood
"God knowa I would give my Ufa
quickly If I could see him coming
through the trees there, as we used to
see him, mornings long ago, in his
patched homespun clothes."
Alixe followed the glance consider-
ingly, as if calling up the little, brown,
trudging figure bo well remembered
Then she tossed up her head sharply
—"Who?"—and then she laughed. "I
shall be seeing visions next, like Fran-
cois." she said. "I thought it was he
—back In the beech wood."
"I see no one." Pietro stared.
"But you have no eyes, Pietro—I can
always see a thing two minutes before
you," Alixe threw at him. "There—the
man."
"Oh," said Pietro. "Your eyes are
more than natural, Alixe. You see in-
to a wood; that is uncanny. Yee, 1
see him now. Mon dieu! he is a big
feMow."
"A peasant—from some other vil-
lage," Alixe spoke carelessly. "I do
not know him." and they went on talk-
ing, as they had been doing, of Fran-
cois.
And with that, here was Jean Phil-
lippe Moison, forty now and fat, but
still beautiful in purple millinery, ad-
vancing down the stone steps between
the tall gray vaaee, making a sym-
phony of color with the rich red of the
flowers. He held a silver tray; a let-
ter was on It.
"For mademoiselle."
Mademoiselle took it calmly and
glanced at it, and with that both the
footman and the Marquis Zappi were
astonished to see her fall to shiver-
ing, as if in a sudden illness. She
caught Pietro's arm. The letter was
clutched in her other hand thrust back
of her.
"Pietro!"
"What Is it, Alixe?" His voice was
quiet as ever, but his hand was around
wnii mat ana inrew up - • ' * ...
and nied J-an Phllllppa. drttomg In baorfdly >'■ .!*"* dinto many 11
all ibla with an u a«pactr4 Merw voir** K stabbed the u^n, b- i
ti.-. > • .....r!.
VManto
iba g* «a#gw# "TW •••• •••
'7*1 ritfoia rafnato iigbil* to
laagbto ato fall lo smnPM «to
« i aowg of frut* which to hto '•
■Mitoto b- g«< ap oo Ito
I able sad drooto M lo aa tmagiaary
Addle a bleb to prwt«Mi4to la pla ah*
tha maaa.r of aid Ja«iaaa Aiwa who
ptaito M Iukm ll Vkr«|aea Ato Ito
g «*r *r waa latow with • to*l
furl for W Mo roorwd at H. .to MM
II «or is fragm «.. 'Ill to hto l—fto
II. aad ibea ha aaag II ato roared
again and alapimi bta Iw*. there *H
• droll comedy 1. Fraacoia' rowdartag
also, m 10 b« e plained-and the
cow at Mid thai Prureia usi «® a to
hla room* «ba nrti Bight tor dlft er
and aing Mm tto wng again and alto
Helen 10 a new o«e of hla owa
Ho Kraitrole waa taken down lb.
alone atairtaae and conducted 10 tto
two room* a bleb aara ibe governor",
suite lie knew then well, for be tod
with the count Bui
tonight be wm left nkme n few ■
mett<e in Ito outer room, tto living
room while the governor wm In ito
t drooa. and be looked nbool keenly
* lib n attained attention which groat
ansloue old Mrvant
good Moiaon- to la all*
Francois Is alive - In a horrible prleon
In Italy! But be la elite. Molaoo!"
And alth that, a sudden Jump again
into dignity "Who brought ibis. Mol
eon*"
Jean I'hllllppe waa only too happy
to bfcve a hand In the Joyful excite-
ment. "Mademoiselle, the young per-
aon apeaks little language But he
told me to say to monsieur lh * mar-
iuis that he was the little Baitlata."
Plytro looked up quickly. "Alixe, It
<s the servant from my old home of
whom I i-poke to you I can not tmag
Ine how Francois got hold of him. but
he chore a good meaaenger. May I
have him brought here? He must have
something to tell us."
Alixe, her letter In her hands, strug-
gled In hi r mind. Then: "The letter
will keep—yes. let him come, and we
can read It all the better after for
what he may tell us."
So Moison, having orders to produce
at onco the said little Battista. retired,
much excited, and returned shortly—
but not so shortly as to have omitted
a fling of the great news into the
midst of the servants' hall. He con-
ducted, marching behind him. the lit-
tle Battista, an enormous young man
of six feet four, erect, grave, stately
This dignified person, saluting the lady
with a deep bow, dropped on one knee
before his master, his eyes full of a
worshiping Joy. and kissed his hand.
Having done which, he arose silently
and stood waiting, with those beaming
eyes feasting on Pietro's face, but
otherwise decorous.
First the young marquis said some
friendly words of his great plea'sure in
seeing liis old servant and the friend
of his childhood, and the big man
stood with downcast eyes, with the
color flushing hie happy face. Then,
"Battista," asked the marquis, "how
did you get the letter which you
brought mademoiselle?"
"My father," answered Battista la
conically.
"How did your father get It?"
"From the signor prisoner, my slg-
nor."
Alixe and Pietro looked at him at-
tentively, not comprehending by what
means this was possible. Pietro, re
membering the little Battista of old,
vaguely remembered that he wa* in-
capable of initiative in speech. One
must pump him painfully.
"Was your father in the prison
where the slgr.or is confined?" Alixe
asked.
The little Battista turned his eyes
on her a second, approvingly, but
briefly. They went back without delay
Monsieur I «m kUsing him, bugging him. push
Ing a letter Into his hand, up hla
alaeve. into hi* facw—an> ahera
"Father —good naws—lha be*I nawa
—almost the beat! rather, to ready
for Ibr good new a!"
"I am read)." tho general growled
Impatiently What I. this foolery?
Habre de bois! What Is your sews,
then, you silly child?"
And Alixe. shaking very much, laid
her hand on bis cheek and looked
My dear. old. ' <hat they were upon him and Alixe I ^ ^ |be j,op# Df Mcape
..._ ■ ' """ who knew what bit of knowledge of
iba raetle might bo vlUl. .od who
knew how soon? Ila noted the sworda
and pistols banging on tto wall, and
marked a light saber whose scabbard
aas brightly polished a. If the blade
also ware kept in good order On the
table he saw the flint and atMl with
which Count von Geradorf lighted hi.
pipe, ha stepped to the window and
bent out. scanning the wall. A atone
coping, w ide enough for a man s fool,
but little more, ran. four feet below;
ten feet beyond the window it ended
In the roof of a shed, a sloping roof
where a man could drop down. yes. or
even climb up with ease. A man. that
is, who had climbed when a boy M
Francois had climbed—like a cat for
certainty and lightness. But what
then, when r.pe wm In the courtyard?
it was walled about with a stone wall
sixteen feet high; these old anceators
of Pietro, who had built thla place, had
planned well to keep Pletro'a friend In
prison.
So Francois, not hopeful of a aortle
by that point, drew In his head from
the open window and took to examin-
ing the walls of tho governor's room
There were three doors—one from the
hall by which he bad come, on© be-
hind which he now heard the count
moving in his bedroom, and a third.
The count had gone through thla.lMt
door one night a month before, into a
dark, winding, stone staircase, and dla-
appeared for three minutes, and
brought up a bottle of wonderful wine.
"A fine stock they put down there—
the Italians who ruled here for eight
I
"You Must Save Him!"
eyes. "Father,
earnestly into hla
Francois Is alive!" lUTI -
For all his gruff self-control the gen- hundred-odd years," he had said. "I've
„i ...uh„ tho latter an excuse shortly |0Were<j it a bit. A good spacious wine-
eral made the letter an excuse shortly
to sit down. Queer, that a man s knees
should suddenly bend and give way
because of a thrill of rapture in a
man's psychological make-up! But the
general had to sit down. And then
and there all that had been extracted
from little Battista was rehearsed, and
the letter read over from start to fin-
ish.
"But he is alive, fathsr! Alive!
That is happiness enough to kill one.
I never knew till now that I feared he
was dead."
"Alive—yes! But in prison- -in that
devil's hole ol an old castle!" And
Alixe looked at Pietro and laughed,
but the general paid no attention. "He
must be gat out. There is no time to
waste. Diable! He is perishing in
that vile stable! Wliut was that the
lad said about the doctor s speech,
that only a long sea voyage could save
him? One must get him out, inon dieu,
quick!"
Drieny. 1 ney wen, , Alixe, her hand on his arm, put her
to their affair of devouring the face j head down on it suddenly an ®
of his master. But he answered , so f6r a moment, her face hidden.
In
Pietro, hie hands thrust deep in his
pockets, looked at the general with
wide gray eyes, considering. With that
Alixe flashed up, turned on the young
Italian, shaking her forelinger at him;
Battista, try to tell ! her eyes shone blue fire.
"That is for you, Pietro. If we
promptly. "Yes, signorina; he ie there
always."
"Always?" Pietro demanded
alarm. "Is Battista a prisoner?"
"But no, my signor.
"What then?
us."
So adjured, little Battista made a
violent effort. "He is one of the jail-
ers, my signor."
"Jailers? For the Austrlane?" The
face of the marquis took all <he joy-
ful light out of the face of little Bat-
tista.
"My signor," he stammered, "It
could not be helped. He was there. He
knew the castle. They forced him at
first, and—and it came to be so."
"Knew the castle!" Pietro repeated.
"What castle?"
Battista's eyes turned to his Mae-
ter's like those of a faithful dog, trust- | Kently^
ing hut not understanding. "What cas-
tle, my signor? Casteiforte—the slg-
nor's own castle—what other?"
A 9harp exclamation from Alixe
summed up everything. "Your caetle
is confiscated; they use it as a prison.
Francois is a prisoner there, Pietro!
All these years—In your own home!"
you,
should lose him now. just as we have
found him! Now is the time fpr you
to show if you can be what is brave
and strong, as Francois has shown. It
is your castle; you must save him."
Pietro looked at the girl, and the
color crept through his cheeks, but he
said nothing.
"Alixe, my Alixe," her father put an
arm around her. "One may not de-
mand heroism as if It were bread and
butter. Pietro will not fail us."
"Alixe always wished me to be brl-
iiant like Francois," Pietro spoke
But I never could."
Yet, Pietro, It is indeed your time,"
Alixe threw at him eag«rly. "Francois
must be rescued or he will die."
"Yes," Pietro answered quietly.
"Francois must be rescued."
He was silent a moment, as If think-
ing. His calm poised mind was work-
ing swiftly; one saw the inner action
It Was Whispered Quickly.
her shaking Angers, and ho held them
strongly. "What is it, Allxfe?"
She drew forward the other hand:
the letter shook, rustled with her
trembling. "It Is—from Francois!"
Jean philllppe Moison having
stayed to listen, m he ought not. lift-
ed his eyes and his hands to heaven
and gave thanks in a general way.
volubly, unrebuked. By now the un-
steady Angers of Alixe had opened the
paper, and her head and Pietro's were
bent over It. devouring the well-known j given orders, and^ the bug* little Bat
writing Alixe. excited. French, ex-
ploded Into a disjointed running com-
ment.
From prison—our Francois—door
Francois!" And then "Five year*
Pietro! Think—while wo hava toon
I never dreamed of that." Pietro j in the clear gray eyes. The general
spoke, thinking aloud. "Every other and Alixe. waltchJng *im.sawlt.
prison in Austria and Italy I have tried I "I think I know how. he said.
to And him in. I never dreamed of
Casteiforte."
At the end of the Interview the little
Battieta put his hand into his breast
pocket and brought out another letter.
thickly folded. Would mademoiselle
CHAPTER XVI.
The Stone StaircaM.
Battista's prisoner stood at the
barred window high up the steep side
have him instructed where to find the of the castle and stared out wtetfully
mother of the signor prisoner? He had at the receding
promised to put this into her own bis meadow In the three months
hands He must do It before he since his letter had gone to France he
had grown old. The JuIcm of his
touched food
And Jean Phillippe Moison. who had
lurked discreetly back of the nearest
rowth seemed dried up; his eyes were
bloodshot, his skin yellow; there was
cellar and grand old wine. You will be
the better for a little." And Francoia
had watched him as he put the brass
key back on the chain which hung
from his belt.
At this point of memory the bed-
room door opened, and *be governor
cime out, in great good humor and
ready to eat and drink as became an
Austrian soldier. The dinner wae
brought in. but Francois, for all his
efforts to do his part, could not swal-
low food, or very little. The fever, the
unrest burning in him, made it impos-
sible. Count Gersdorf looked at him
seriously when dinner was over; as
yet Francois, talking, laughing, sing-
ing. had eaten not over half a dozen
mouthfuls.
"Certainly you are not well," he eaid.
"I think the doctor should see you."
And then he nodded his head and his
small eyes gleamed with a brilliant
thought. "I know a medicine better
than a doctor's." He stood up and. his
fingers were working at the chain of
keys at his belt. Francois watched
them and saw the thin, old, brass key
which he slipped oft. "A bottle of
wine of our Italian ancestors—yours
and mine. Beaupre"—the count
chuckled—"that will cure you of your
ills for this evening at least." He slid
the key into the lock and said, half to
himself. "My little brass friend never
leaves the belt of Albrecht von Gers-
dorf except to do him a pleasure, bless
him!" And then, "Hold the candle
Beaupre—well, come along down—it
can do no harm and I can't manage a
light and two bottles."
So Francois followed down the twist-
ed, headlong, stone staircase and found
himself, after rather a long descent,
holding the lamp high, gazing curious-
ly about the walls of a large stone
room lined with shelves, filled with
bottles.
"A show, isn't it?" the Count von
Gersdorf demanded. "Here, hold the
light on this side," and he went on
talking. "The wine is so old that I
think it must have been stocked be-
fore the time of the lMt lord of the
castle."
And Francois, holding the light, re-
membering tte Marquis Zappi, thought
so too. The count pointed to a square
stone In the wall which projected
slightly, very slightly.
"That is the door to a secret stock
of some sort, I have always thought,"
he said. "Probably some wonderful
old stuff saved for the coming of age
of the heir, or a great event of that
sort. I wish 1 could get at it," and he
stared wistfully at the massive block.
"But I cannot stir it. And I don't let
anyone but myself down here—not I."
The count turued away and they
mounted the two stories of narrow
■Is era** Ml lo wort dMahl
Pietro a wtoa. ato milo itoogbi.
bo argto u -o hw to"" *
mora right 10 II Iba pnaasar
be II WM a wuatorfol oil
foil of o airaage dim orW . nto of
mat aa««to<e boa<oo< to to 4r*M
H Fvaacoia alleotly laoolad IU owoor
00 bio raiara 10 bio owo moi Mo
1Mb **t Utile m lo 4MCWM (to to*
arnor tot II gol fraoh Ufa lalo tola,
sad a toe a ol Imi to Mold laovo Ito
mat. who om by .tool ilmo muro
1 baa (airly drwah. to wm! up 1® fclo
Mid prtMO oodar tto roof «*letar ato
mora ol pooco I ha a to toto tooo Ito
owottoa
CHAPT1R XVII.
A Loo* of Iriil-
Ttoe Mil morning Hattfcio «oo to
wtih a manner ahirh 10 lha obeerting
oya of hla prlMoer foraiold dlatincily
soma avast Ma la!bad mora lboo
uaual. aad mora gntMy and loudly. tot
ol Imi. after wandering about Ito
room some minutes, oil lha ti mo talk-
ing. scolding, ha awoopad 00 Kraoeolo
and ihruat a thlcb pop*' B,° ***•
aad at ibe same melon! hla bMvy loft
hand wm ovar Francois' mouth.
"Not a word." ho whispered, and
I ton-- The leaf of brood"
Francoia. at ruck dumb and blind,
turned hot and cold, and hla shaking
hand In hla coal pocbat clutched tho
letter.
But Battl.ta prodded him wlih bio
bard forefinger "Bo coroful," he mut-
tered. and then again. "The bread"—
with a sharp prod —"The toaf of brood
—and the door bad clanged Battista
waa Bone.
A strong man. who had not 1>mb
shut away from life, would likely hovo
read the letter lnatantly. would to*
atantly have e*omlned tto long round
loaf lying before him. Francoia wao
III and weak and It wm the Brat word
for five yeara from hie own people,
which lay In bta hand; he t aa if
turned to atone, touching the paper aa
If that were enough; be sat perhapo
fifteen mlnutM.
Then suddenly o breothleMOOM
came over him that something might
happen before he could road It—thlo
writing which, whatever It should y.
meant life and death to him. Takinr
care not to rustle the paper, deaden-
ing the aound under hla bedclothea^
he read It, kneeling by the bed. It waa
four letters—from his mother and
Alexe and the general and Pietro;
but the first three were abort. He felt,
indeed, reading them, that no worda
had been written, that only the arma
of the people he loved had attained
about him and their faces laid against
his. and that so, wordlessly, they had
told him but one thing—their undying
love. Weak, lonely, hla lntenae tem-
perament stretched to the breaking
point by the lMt three months of fear-
ful hope. It wm more than he could
bear. He put the papers agalnat hla
cheek and his head dropped on tho
bed, and a storm of tears tore hla souT
and'body. But it wm dangerous; ho
must not be off his guard; he remem-
bered that swiftly, and with shaking
fingers he opened Pietro's letter—
Pietro's letter which, yellowed and
faded but distinct yet. in the small
clear writing, ie guarded today witto
those other letters In the mahogany
desk In Virginia.
"My dear brother Francois," the let-
ter began, and quick tears came again
at that word "brother," which said so
much. "My dear brother Francois—
this la not to tell you how I havo
searched for you and never forgotten
you. I will tell you that when 1 seo
you. This is to tell you how to get
out of that house of mine which hai
held you as a prisoner when you ought
to have been its welcome gueet. When
Italy is free we will do that over; but
stone vim1, not missing a syllable, waa no M on hlm^ TTie watting and
hoping had worn on him more than
the dead level of the hopeleaa year*
before. There wm a new tenseness J thought a lot of their wine to toave ttoe
tiata wm sent off up the atone steps
^TV^'oftaCa tTchsTge^f Ito iTTbe UghUy buliragure. even In the ! cellai connect dirs-Uy with their own
relret .lope of laaa. Ill charge of the strong fingers Ttoe j rooms-for Battista tells ma ttoM
°" ht>mr th# prisoner had caught a whiff of tto air ware always tha rooms of (too « —of
The Count Pointed to a Square Stono
in the Wall.
we must get you free first Francoia.
I am now within five miles of you—"
The man on his knees by the prison
bed gasped: the letters staggered bo-
fore his eyes.
"I am living on a ship, and I win
explain how I got it when I see you. In
a few days now, Francois. Every night
for a week, beginning with tonight,
there wUl be a person watching for
vou In Riders' Hollow, from midnight
till daylight After that wo ahaU go
away for two weeks so m to avoid giv-
ing suspicion, and then repeat tho ar-
rangement again every n!jht for a
week. You do not know Riders' Hol-
low. and it Is unnecessary to tell yoa
more atoTit it than that it la a lonely
steps, for the governor s rooms were j plju;, bidden In tree*, and supposed to
on the second floor, and the staircMe ^ haunted by ghosts of men on horoo-
ran from it between walla, down un- . the people about will not go
derground "The old chapa must havo ^ for love or money except far
free!" Aad ttoM. with o swift clwtcto slowly, tboogbtfnlly through tto beach 1
brood daylight
rro br coirremtD i
000 may to bettor ttoM tola r
tkm or his conduct, hot Mvar
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