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SEAFORTH, Friday,, June 6, 1941
Crete Evacuated
The two weeks battle of Crete is
over. The British and Dominion
troops which have been fighting
against such ` overwhelming odds
have been withdrawn, and fifteen
thousand of them have arrived in,
Egypt.
It was a defeat, but one that was-
` expected from ,the first. Left with-
out air protection and facing an ev-
er increasing German force in front
of them, and an ever increasing Ger-
man air force over them, there was
nothing else the British forces could
do.
At the same time it is well to re-
member • that even in defeat Britain
has profited in Targe measure. The
battle of Crete has held the enemy
up long enough to enable the British
to crush the revolt in Iraq, to com-
plete the conquest. of Ethiopia, and
time enough for General Wavell , to
make a•.:'More adequate and safe
disposition of troops for the defence
of , Egypt and the Suez Canal.
It isalso well to remember that
Dunkirk was a defeat and likewise.
Greece. That the sinking of the Hood
was a defeat and to remember what
that defeat led to—the (sinking of•
the Bismarck.
Through ,these defeats the British
have learned many things and have.
and will profit by them. Fighting
against enormous odds they have
learned that British troops are more
than a match for the Germans, and
that once they stand on anywhere
near equal terms as to men and
equipment, they are quite sure of the
result.
Both the British Empire 'and the
United States have now Learned how
powerful the German is, and what„
efforts they must put forward to de-
feat him, and both nations from now
on will go into an all-out effort. And
that is a lesson worth learning:
•
Those New Millionaires
•
For some time we have been hear-
ing 'both in "Parliament and every-
where out of. it, that the war has al-
ready made twenty-six new million-
aires in Canada.
The assumption is, of course, that
there is great profiteering going on
in this war. That a favored few in-
dividuals and many big corporations
are securing contracts through po-
litical influence and allowed to pile
up profits from them.
The fact is, and it has been proven?'
over and over again, there is no pos-
sibility • of anyone growing rich out
of this war. Gross war profits may
be immense; but net war profits are
another thing altogether. The same
applies -to the ' grossand net incomes
of men engaged in the manufacture
of war materials.
The fact is ,that the majority of
companies engaged in.. war manufac-
ture have less net profits, after pay-
ing taxes, than they had in the pre-
vious year. Some few industries, it
is true, have made Larger net profits,
but they have not been allowed to
keep them as we instanced by tax
figures a few weeks ago.
War industry has given many men
large incomes,' 'hitt war taxes gave
not allowed theses men to keep therm.
mart may have an income of sev-
enty-five thousand dollars a year and \
because of that the most of us think
Of him as. a flillionaire. But that
fy he far front: the • truth.
We admit that tr flora thou-
and dollars • once income, and we
e 0f /1, *ordered; what a man
'to ;e a '1 it on. As a mat-
s et 't`Yen do; not lave the
—3,neorrie left in
t`st; the Idmin-
.'. ar: . forkg
d+
' ether ' sizable slice for its -- share of
taxes. What is left would •'snot Make
a man a millionaire in a life time,
The men who make these state-
ments, both ,in and out of Parlia-
ment, are actuated purely by politi-
cal motives --they know it, and with
a Iittle thought, observation or en-
quiry, the everyday man on the
street would know it -too.
Unfortunately far too many peo-
ple take hearsay for fact, and that
too often leads to envy, discontent
and lack of unity at a time when
unity was never more essential for
the welfare of Canada and the suc-
cessful prosecution of the war.
•
Welcome Visitors
Friday, May 30th, was ,"Decora-
tion Day," a great American public
Holiday. On that day, the day before
and over the. week -end,, Canada had
a great influx of American visitors.
On the Bluewater Highway the
traffic was said to have been the
heaviest in some years — mostly
American cars. It was the same i n
every village and town in the coun-
ty. American license plates .from
many States, but the majority from
Michigan were almost as numerous
as Ontario ones.
It seemed as if the people of
America had just discovered us and
wanted to see what we . were like.
Or, perhaps, the war and the kindly
advertising American papers and
people in high places have given us
lately, made the difference.
Perhaps these American visitors
wanted to see at first hand how we
were taking it, or what conditions of
living were like in a country at war.
If so, they would see a . country'
and people very like their own. Both
good to. look upon, with the added
advantage of having their dollars
worth a dollar and ten cents in Can-
ada, which would make them go
much further.
Whatever it was, an unprecedented
number<of American people' visited
us over the week-end—and- they
were most welcome visitors.
We hope they liked 'our country
and us and our . treatment of them.
And we hope they will continue to -;
come in ever increasing numbers.
•
A Painting With A -History
A small British water color paint,
ing arrived in Toronto a " short time
ago, that had accumulated quitea
war history.
The picture, painted by Birket
Foster, is the only picture remaining
of thousands of dollars worth which
were in a building bombed in London
last winter.
The ship on which it was sent to
Canada was bombed and turned
back. T,,I e second ship to which it
was cordigned, was shelled, and the
third was torpedoed.
But in some unknown way the
picture was recovered, and on the
third attempt reached Canada in per-
fect condition. That war history
should add a few -dollars_ to its value.
•
The Difference
On Tuesday night of last week the
American people listened quietly to
their President .over the radio, Lights
burned late in almost every home in
every city and suburb.
Theatres were deserted, and tele-.
phone calls dwindled down to almost
nothing, In all it is estimated by
radio experts that over seventy-five
per cent. of the American people
listened to the President—and did it
of their' ' own accord.
When Adolph Hitler talks to his
people he commands his audience
from the army, the factory, the office
and the home. And the people listen
to him because it is too dangerous for
German citizens to stay away.
What a difference!
WHAT OTHER
SAY:
It's the Students Who Suffer
(Thegina Leader -Post)
Nowadays boys and girls don't lose their 1iVes
if they cheat at .their' le'seone, bat the Joke is On
theta. After all they go to eeheel to' got, an edit -
Cattail end *babes they get °e: or ttit)t'is along'
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lntereatina Kronor Picked Frons
The Huron. Expositor of Fifty and
• Tweht�'itve Years Ago.
From The Huron Expositor
June 9, 1916
Earl Kitchener, Minister of War,
with his entire staff, was lost when
the Cruiser Hampshire was 'sumps
north of Scotl'aml on Monday morn-
ing at eight o'clock.
Mr- Andrew Porter, a' former C1in-
toni'an, who now resides in Goderich,
has been appointed Customs Officer
of Goderich owing to the ill health of
Mr. Asa.
Mr. W. C. Landsborough, of Fuck-
ersmith, has sold his farm on, the
3rd concession, Kippen Road, to Mr.
Sanrwood, of Toronto. •
Mr. S. T. Holmes received a tele•
gram from Ottawa on Thursday stat-
ing that his son, Pte.' Ray. Holmes,
had been admitted,'to No. 1 Canadian
General Hospital, Etabus, on May 24,
with shrapnel wounds in chest and
shoulder. +.
The following graduates of the Sea -
forth Collegiate Institute have suc-
cessfully passed their examinations at
the Faculty of Education in Toronto:
Janet Govenloek, Margaret Knight,
Winona Berry, Percy Hoag, Finlay
Ross, Arthur Archibald and Sydney
Geiger.
William Habkik, of town, w Pahl-
,fnlly injured on Wednesday afternoon
at the Foundry, when this fingers were
badly bruised in one of the machines.
Mr. Robert Dalrymple; of Tucker -
smith, who for some years hast been
in the threshing business, has -sold his
outfit to Mr. Bruce Berry, of Bruce -
field. •.
The following.. were ticketed this
week to the West by Wm. Somerville.:
ili.v. D. and Mrs. Carswell, McKillop•
William Wileon and• J. Sparrow, of
'Varna.
Miss Nettie .Chesney, daughter of
Mr. and Mrs, P. M. Chhesney,. "Ruscoa
Farm,” Tuekersm'ith, has successfully
graduated from the Galt Generai Hos-
pital.
Mr. 11. F. Klapp, of Zurich, has sue.
cessfully -passed his exam:nation at
the Royal College of Dental Sur-
geons.
Mr. Alex Munn, of Hay Township,
had four cattle killed by lightning re•
cently. O. Fisher's barn was slight-
ly damage by a bolt, as was also E.
Gelinas' barn at.Drysdale:"
Mr. Win. Wilson left on Monday for
Winnipeg to attend the`' General As-
sembly. He will take a trip -through.
to the coast. before returning. '
Mr. George Wheatley, of Constance,
presented !himself with a fine Maxwell
car. •
Mr. Thomas Mellis, of Kippen, is an
old Fenian"'"veteran of • 1866. Fifty
ears. ago 'this month Mr. Mellfs in
the same stand In which he is now do-.
Ing business, moulded hundreds of
gun bullets for the men of this vicin-
ity, who went in wagon loads to Bay-
field and Goderkih armed with rifles;"
shotguns and other weapons, in order
to • .prevent the Fenians invasion of
Canada.
Mr. Wm, M. McClinchey, of the
Goshen Line, Stanley, who is noted as
a good stock .f eller, sold and deliver-
ed to Mr. Cha¢° id, of lirucefieid,'o,.
bunch of fat s J 'which netted 'gni
the handsome sum of $750. 'This is
the best lot of cattle fed by any one
man in'the township for a 'number of
years.
Root. Devereaux, E. J -.Bo, and Jno.
Abell,. Seaforth, have • erected new
verandahs which greatly improve
their residences and will also be very
comfortable for -the summer.
•
From The Huron Exposltoe
June 5, 1891
. A very pleasant event or rather two
took place In the schoolroom of First
Presbyterian.' Churoh ori+ 1Vlonday • eve-
ning, last.' The Women's Foreign Mis-
sionary Society and the members of
the session had arranged these ev-
ents, one a life membership certificate
for Mrs. A. D. McDonald and a simi-
lar surprise' for Mrs. -Wm. Ballantyne.
On Monday afternoon; last the floor
in one of the storehouses .connected
with the oatmeal mill in Seaforth,
gave *ay and the contents' were pre-
cipitated into the cellar.. .
Mr. Jas. Landshorouglr, son of Mr.
Jas. Landsborough, of-' Tnekersmith,
left on Tuesday for Sudbury in which
district he has been appointed a mis-
sionary under the auspices of the Mis-
sionary Society of Knox College,
Some mean sneak thief entered the
stable of Mr. .7. P. Brine in Harpurhey
on Friday night and carried off a set
of buggy harness.
' Mr. Geo. Murrayi Is having the resi-
dence on GoderichSt., adjoining that
occupied' by his nother,,a,ufcely fitted
up and intends occupying it himself.
Dr. Scott has enlarged the deer,
park on his farm 'lin Harpurhey and
now passersby on the road can get a
,glimpse of the 'beautiful animals dis-
porting therein. - '
A • list . of 107 names vas published
on Saturday, being of those who were
successful in passing their examina-
tions before the Medical Council in
Toronto. Among them we notice
those of F. J Ewing and C. Mackay,
Seaforth;- R. J. Gibson', Clinton; R.
Knichtel and J. W. Shaw, Brussels,
and'J. J. Danby, Ottawa, formerly of
§eaforth.
Mr. Jas. Petty, of Hensall, well and
favorably known, left this week for a
trip to°l+jngland where he intends re-
maining', several months.
The Parkhill TLlephone Co. now
has a telephone line constructed from
that place to Grand Reht'i,
Mr. F. Bossenberry, Of Stephen; met
-with a serious accident one day last
week near the bend. He was driving
his young scallion, "Young, Fulton,"
When the beast got frightened and
running 'away threw Mr. l3ossenberry
'froth the rig, breaking his collarbone
and some of his ribs
Messrs. Rome & Tarter and Dyer &
Howard . are busily engaged getting,
oat building material' for several hous-
ed hi Exeter, . which they have coii-
tradts for.•
Lest urinal' night a heavy Munn
deer and ,lightning sterid passed, south
o4 Zurich and the lioi o. of Conrad
Ifiller wan 'sirruek by lightning. In
fiet ' it 'was shrank Men. but very
little damage ass Mona.
O 'Thursday of 1agt 'ctl•sek.Mr, Alin
McMann, the Canadian hof ;e king,
shipped ;30 dpp liidi: bor6esr tta Detroit,
? re s lyul«C , t`O eidt 0,
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bg Louis Arthur ' Cunningham
CHAPTER VII
SYNOPSIS - ..
Attractive, red-headed Gillian
Meade lives with her bachelor
Uncle Anselm at Rydal House in
Eastern Canada. Realizing that
the family for�,tune is almost ex-
hausted, Gillian accepts wealthy •
Jon Hillyer's proposal of marriage
although she does not love him.
At a house party at Jon's, she
meets Simon Killigrew, ' best
friend of the late Jeffry Clay, a
poet to whom Gillian bas been
engaged. Simon blames Gillian
for Jaffry's untimely death. When
Gillian is thrown from one of
Jons, horses, it is Simon who
picks'her up, at the same time
murmuring his love for herr Gil-
lian returns home, and Simon's
words of love remain -fn her mem-
ory.. .-
Jon was called to Winnipeg. Gil
lion felt strangely relieved to know
that he would be gone for a fort-
night.
She met Killigrew one chill night
of early Autumn, by the shores of
Rydal Water. They looked at each
other in silence for a long, long time'
—for what seemed an eternity. Then
he said, "I had to come, Gillian. I—
I stayed away Prom you as long as I
could,"
"It's no use, Simon," she said, "You
should not have come, I should not
•
have let you, see="
'That you feel the same way? We'll
have, no more of 'should not's' Gil-
lian. I love you. I think I must have
loved you from the moment I saw
you."
'Strange way you had of showing
it." •
"I know.. I was—"
"Don't mind • me. The things you
said didn't Burt me, Simon. What
did hurt was that you were the one
who . said them-"
"They were not true. Will you tell
me what is true in the story of you
and poor Jaffry? You could set me
right, Gillian." ,
She smiled queerly. "But that's just
it. I couldn't set you right," .
"You •mean that there is truth—" -
"Not the kind of truth you speak
of. What is there is buried with him.
It can never be' disinterred now—not
even for this." _.._
"Not even for our love?"
"I'm going to send you away, Sim-
on," she said softly. "This time you
are not to come back to me."
"And you will go' ahead and marry
Jonathan Hillyer?"
"Just as I Manned to do?'
"I love you, Gillian."
"That's what you think. It isn't
really so. I might tell you that there
is. notching in my life that I need to
be ashamed of. I can tell you that."
She frowned in bewilderment. "But
.do you believe' me?"
"Of course I believe you,"
"Right now you do. For a while you
would, Then you would remember
the'old stories, the old thoughts- you
hadvef me. And presently you'd be-
gin to ask me with, your eyes, to
watch me and to s'pedulate, and then
you'd question me with words. You'd
nag at me to tell you about Jeffry
Clay and me. And I couldn't tell you
—do you hear?"
But it's not true—oh, I bate my-
self for asking you this—it's not true
that he went to pieces because you
threw him over?"
"He • said, 'If you throw me over,
Gillian, I won't go on living. I'll drink
myself to death — that's a pleasant.
way. And you can always remember
that it was you who.told, me to take
it,"
"And you—you had. 'told him you
loved him!"
She laughed then. "I had. Take it
for what it's worth.".
"More -there's more. Some reas-
on—"
"There is no more. You're the on-
ly one I've told. I tell it to you so
you'll hate me again—if you ever lov-
ed me—and go on hating me. Oh,
no, "tio! I don't mean that, Simon.
Whatever you think of me, don't ..hate
me."
"I love you, Gillian. Nothing you
"Say—do you -think we are getting the boys OVER trained?"
Phil Osifer of
••
•
•
Lazy Meadows•
(By Harry 4. Boyle)
•
You may be familiar with those
days in the summer *hen your ambi-
-tions seem to ooze out with the
sweat. The sun peaks from behind
drippy clouds now and again to add
to the general heat situation and you
spend half the morning trying to find
some whisper of a 'breeze in which to
cool off.
That's exactly what happened to
when I decided to go back down the
la.neway to the bush."' The reason, if
anyone had asked 'me, for the trip
would be, "To see if the grass cattle
had salt." On the other hand I will
admit i had been thinking of a deep
hole in the river where it swerves in-
to the bush, affording seclusion for a
suitless bather.
Deciding that the cattle could wait
for attention, and fascinated' by the
cool mistiness of the bush, I finally
landed beside the swimming hole. It's
hard to remember what happened!, be-
cause I hadn't intended swimming
with so much work to be done on the
farm, but the first thing I knew I was
floating serenely in the cool waters.
A sound of thrashltsg around in the
brush and foliage sent me scuttling
for depth. Two perspiring faces un-
det
white straw hats
eared over Ali Pe a
low growth of bushes. "Phil Ceder?"
one of them enquired. I replied with
what dignity I could muster, "Yes."
Brit Just try andi muster dignity • when
you are faced by two strangers wear-
ing city clothes and yott are covered
only from the neck dovV'ur by river wa-
ter. -
Th developed, that they were visi-
tors (rete, an
a ricin
g liul _
1 age 'vn`31er
had been reading' about Lazy
tio'Voei and lied Ynade tide 'OW to, see
this '.'.wonder firm;" Hating to, for:
rrttke thef Coi meas of thiie eri±h,Snfag
hole, 1 dressed in a air few eafecl n.
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,, .,.. �E .ter loaf {f .
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OAF �ri �a�Ir:;i"dYs tie 7tiY4Yr� �'��.��q„
IL what •a; trip h rit Orb's' to !b.4t
dy einirieh , ifilthr 'iA'`et /Olde fr
ly laboring under the impression that
I operated a model farm. They began
to speak of scientific fertilization',
modern crop- rotation and hybrids.
The talk, veered around to other eq-
ually scientie topics.
My supply of "Hums . , . "Un-
hunlhs�' . "I suppose so", and
Yeats" was getting ;'almost exhaust-
ed when we finally arrived at the
barn. `
Somehow it seemed to me that I
never noticed so many boards off the
side of the barn before in my life.
The barnyard seemed dirtier
and there were more burdocks flour-
ishing beside the gangway than there
had been in years. How apparent the
seeks seemed to be that I had been
using all winter to fill the broken
windows in the horse stable. The cow
stalls seemed to be in a terrible
state of disrepair.
The agriculturists snooped into ev-
erything. Oh, they were polite about
it. Even the sight of brace wire on
the wagon tongue did no more than
give their eyebrows a higher arch,..
They politely asked questions about
the sheep .and, how many lambs there
were, and all the while examined the.
sheep pen. Now, the sheep tlen wasp
ui
originally ,<
alll
Lg Y a>r old frame building ng tha$ j „I
did service as a driving shed. with!,,,
the coming of larger implements it
became outdated, and abide then the
sheep have been afloWe�o run in it
for shelter. Gaping holies, s hoir+ Where
the rfrld ..and weather have removed
the shingles• and inorkod'through the
sheathinng, , . . and the whole, build-
ing tilts at a . ratlrier bad angle. It
looks More or leas' as- if it w'ene waft.
ing for another blast "bf wind to w cords.
ba'ol i nd,•atir'aighten' It..tip, •
The tab tattling `'t
g' ext'rer s IeEt, tell
lug the t4o1i't'ely' latl+�' iktleih •tlleyi•,. ere
loyfecl it(oi'r visit tai�io v, ; ,.. ;,,
'�"., bdel
hH'y ovdij tobla,picttii"e� tbi s ie'etiti'ea,
Uit
:t Ti er> a st cin Shatitelti l; that
may do, nothing you have done, eau•
make any difference."
"As your enemy/ I cam: love you; as- .
your wife, I might get to hate you. I
think of that, Simon. It's been all -
on your side so far. Think if I should
bate you as you hated me."
"Still I'd love you. Let's forget ails
that's gone 'before. Let's begin again,
you and I, Gillian."
If I could believe that it would be
that way, I'd go with you tonight,
Simon,"
"Come with me, Gillian, Come with •
'rte!"
He took her roughly in -his' arms,
and strained her close, close to him
and buried his face in the golden
thickness and fragrance of her hair.
His lips were on hers. She clung to
him when at last he let 'her go. "Now
—now will you wore?"
Gillian ran then, eluding him. She
heard' him call, "Gillian! Gillian!"
There was a note from him waiting
for her in the morning when she
came downstairs.
She pounced upon the note, yet she
was afraid to open it. There must be -
no more between• them. There could
be no more. She carried the letter
out ,into the .fading garden, to the
grape arbor that had been a child-
hood retreat for her and Deborah. He
had written from the Rydal Arms,
Iast night—
"Gillian, darling Gillian; I have just
returned from Rydal Water,' from ,
what I find it hard, to realize was not
a dream. Why did you leave me like,
that? Don't you know you never can
escape me now? What seemed to
stand between us does not matter
now—nothing matters save this — r
love you. Simon,"
Slowly she read and reread it and'
folded it and returned it to its en-
velope. "You will .not come back,
Simon," she said'. •"We've known all
that we will ever, know of love. ,It
has to be enough.''
She longed now for Jon's return. To
Anse, who was waiting for her at the ..
.breakfast table she said, "I'll be go-
ing up to the city tomorrow, Anse. I ,
'want to make a start on my trous-
seau and I'm going to make a whirl-
wind job of it. There'll be no big
church wedding, we'll do it quickly
and ,simply."
"•Hmm, yes. Just a minor opera-
tion, to be sure, having someone
grafted on to' you for life. Nothing
to give a second thought to. Here
we are, parson, hitch us up!', Gillian,
don't you realize...this is. your wedding
you're,. talking' about?"
"Don't be morbid, Anse." '
"Just why are you rushing things.
with Hillyer? I know. You can't fool
me. There's something pushing you,
something that you're afraid, ef. By
gosb, it's young Killigrew! He's been
after you, hasn't he?"
I met him last night down by Rydal
Water."
"He's in love with you. He came
to tell you that, to try to dissuade
you from going through with this idea
of marrying Hillyer. And what he
said shook you quite a `bit. Now, you
look here, young Gillian: yu're not
going. to rush into a marriage with
Hillyer just.. because you've some
crazy notion that love is something
not •'to''"be trusted—"
She shook her head. "It's not' that,
Anse. Not a question of trust. I think
I could trust love well enough. There
are other things,"
"I'll say no more,.Gillian."
Joni Hillyer telephoned Gillian to
tell her that he had just landed at St. .
Hubert Aerodrome. "And am I glad
o be back, and happy to hear. your
voice. 'Dell me, how are you? • Is -
everything the—the same for you and
me?"
"Yes, Jon." She prayed: the tele -
Phone would take care of the under- •
one of doubt, of uncertainty in her
voice. "I ,haven't been doing much,
waiting for your return. I had plan-
ned to go to the city tomorrow." "
"Good. You'll come on the morning
rai?"
Yes."
meet you at the station. I love,
you, Gillian,"
Anse marched into the hall as She
ung up. He had come from the lib•
rary. "What is it, Anse?"
"I'm writing to Deborah. I thought
erhaps you'd like to take her with
ou tomorrow."
Gillian jusx ped at the chance.
ehoraih would be a splendid shock
bsorber, both in regard to Jon and
there° was another prospect, an-
ther fear; she might meet Simon
illigrew. If she did meet him, she
wanted others around her.
He looked over his shoulder before
e went on with his letter—and it
gems to me, Deborah, tihat Gillian
quite blind to what she's doing- . I
ink.she is falling in love — with a
oung man named Simon, Killigrew,
but, she intends to go through with
arrying Hillyer,
I 'want her happiniess more than
nything else. I know you 'Will help
e. Just how, I dolr't know, but it
an be that you can throw her and
iiligrew together when you are in
entreat- And mind you, absolute
Crecy is the word. My lobe to you.
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Jon was waiting for therry�at the
station. Ile managed' to hide any
chagrin • he might have felt at seeing.
Deborah.
Deborah was happy chicon,, glad
of her presence, let her talk all she
rifted tb
which
was a ,great deal.
think it's grand—your going into
e publishing business, Jon. Are we
going to see Simon's Printery'?"
„W a have a lot of shopping to' d�—"
Gillian's voice .trailed off.
"Veit moist see the printery." Jon
was . quite agreeable. I can't' go with
you, I'm afraid. •Birt I'll Meet wool
here' at ' Ito -thirty and we ran have
dinner together and -- vi-e'll, w -e can
see aiioltt tonight."
AfShali v 1e go to Simon: 1011igrew:.s
i)Owt?" Deborah Asked' inarbasi tly,
Glillibhf
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