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Fran. (Greatly agitated, draus a pair of pistols, lays quences! To-morrow, before ten o'clock, send your them on the table, and seats himseli to consider if he written consent; or dread wbat shall be done. should write more.)

[Exeunt Romaldi and Malvoglio ; appropriate ROMALDI and MALVOGLIO appear.

Bona. Dangerous and haughty man! But his (Music suddenly stops.)

threats are vain ; my doubts are removed; Selina Rom. (To Malroglio.( Watch that entrance. shall not be the victim of mean precaution, and (To Franci co.) Wretched fool! Why are you cowardly fears. I know your wishes, children. here?

Let us retire. (To his serrants.) Mako prepara(Music: terror confusion, menace, command.) Selina shall be aflianced.

tions for rejoicing: early to-morrow, Stephano and

(Music of sudden joy, Fran. (Starts up, seizes his pisio's, points them while they kneel.) touard Romaldi and Malvoglio, and commands the Steph. My kind father! former, by signs, to read the papers that lie on the Sel. Dearest, best of guardians! (Music pauses.) table.

Bona. Francisco shall partake the common hap(Music ceases.)


Fiam. (As they are all retiring.) Dear, dear, I Rom. (Reads.) Repent ; leave the house. 0b

shan't sleep to-night. lige me not to betray you. Force me not on self-riefence." Fool! Do you pretend to command ?

[Exeunt: Bonamo expressing friendship to (Throws him a purse.) We are two. Take that,

all, which all return; Francisco with joy and fly.

equal to that of the lovers. Saeet and chee (Music.)

ful music, gradualiy dying away. Fran. (After a look of compassionate appeal, spurns it from him; and commands them to go. After which, sudden pause of music.)

ACT II. Rom. (Aside to Malvoglio.) I know him; he will not fire.

(Joyful Music.) (Music. They draw their daggers; he at first avoids

them; at length they each seize him by the arm, and SCENEI.-- A beautiful Garden and Pleasure-grounds; are in the attitude of threatening to strike, wh n the

with garlands, festoons, love-devices, and e'ery preshrieks of Selina, joining the music, which liku vise paration for a marriage festival. shrieks, suddenly brings Bonamo, Stephano, andicro rants, through the folding-doors.

First and second Gardeners ; PIERO and his Com. Sel. Uncle! Stephano! Murder! (Romaldi and

panions; all busy. Malvoglio, at hearing the noise behind, quit Fran

Pier. Come, come; bestir yourselves! The comcisco, and feign to be standing on self-defence. Music ceases.)

pany will soon be here. Bona. What mean these cries? What strange

1 Gard. Well; let them come: all is ready.

Pur. It has a nice look, by my fackins ! proceedings are here? S.l. They are horrible !

1 Gard. I believe it has, thanks to me!

Pier. Thanks to you! Bona. Why, my lord, are these daggers drawn

2 Gard. And me. against a man under my protection? Rom. Self-defence is a duty. Is not his pistol thanks to me?

Pier. And you? Here's impudence! I say it is levelled at my breast? Bona. (To Francisco.) Can it be? (Fran. inclines

1 and 2 Gard. You, indeed! his head.) Do you thus repay hospitality ?

Pier. Why, surely, you'll not have the face to Sel. Sir, you are deceived: his life was threat- / pretend to devy my incapacity ?

1 Gard. Yours? ened.

2 Gard. Yours? Rom. (Sternly.) Madam!

Pier. Mine! mine!
Sel, I fear you not: I watched, I overheard you.
Bona. Is this true?

Rom. No.

Sel. By the purity of heaven, yes! Behind that Steph. What is the matter, my honest friends ? door, I heard the whole; Francisco must quit the 1 Gard. Why, here's Mr. Piero pretends to dispute house, or be murdered!

his claim to all that has been done. Rom. (To Bonamo sternly.) I expect, sir, my word 2 Gard. Yes; and says every thing is owing to will not be doubted.

bis incapacity. Bona. My lord, there is one thing of which I can 1 Gard. Now, I maintain, the incapacity was all not doubt: the moment you appeared, terror was my own. (To St. ph.) Saving and excepting yours, spread through my house. Men's minds are trou-sir. bled at the sight of you: they seem all to avoid 2 Gard. And mine. you. Good seldom accompanies mystery; I, there 1 Gard. Seeing you gave the first orders. fore, now decidedly reply to your proposal, that my Pier. But wasn't they given to me, sir ? Didu't niece cannot be the wife of your son, and must you say to me, Piero, says youfurther add, you oblige me to decline the honour of Steph. (Interrupting.) Ay, uy; each man has done your present visit.

his part: all is excellent, and I thank you kindly. Rom. (With threatening haughtiness.) Speak the Are the villagers invited ? truth, old man, and own you are glad to find a pre Pier. Invited! They no sooner heard of the wedtext to colour refusal, and gratify ambition. Selina ding than they were half out of their wits. Thero and Stophano;- you want her wealth, and mean will be such dancing and sporting! Then, the in that way to make it secure. But, beware! Dare music! Little Nanine, with the burdy-gurdy; her to pursue your project, and tremble at the conse- | brother, with the tabor and pipe; the blind riddler,

the lame piper, I and my jew's harp! such a

tudes, gesticulations, and bounds, in imitaband!

tion of the mountaineers, the goats they keep, Steph. Bravo! Order everything for the best.

&c.- that is, the humorous dancing of the Pir. But who is to order? Please to tell me

Italian peasants. In the midst of the rethat, sir.

joicing, the clock strikes; the dancing sudSt ph. Why, you.

denly ceases; the changing music inspires Pier. There! To his companions.) Mind! I am

alarm and dismay.) to order! Mark that! Steph. You shall be major-domo for the day.

Enter MALVOGLIO. Pier. You hear. I am to be-do- drum-major for the day.

(He stops in the middle of the stage; the comSteph. Selina is coming. To your post.

pany start up; Francisco, Stephano, Selina,

and Bonamo, all wi h more or less terror. (Music. They hurry each to his garland,

The p asants, alarmed and watch ng; the and conceal themselves by the tres and

whole, during a short pause, forming a picbushes.)

ture. Malroglio then presents a letter to

Bonamo, with a malignant assurance, and Enter BONAMO, SELINA, and FIAMETTA.

turns away, gratified by the consternation he

has occasioned: with which audacious air (Music ceases.)

and feeling he retires.

While Bonamo opens Bona. (Looking round.) Vastly well, upon my

the le'ter with great agitation, the music word!

expresses confusion and pain of thought;

then ceases.) Sel. (Tenderly.) i fear, Stephano, you have slept but little. Bona. (Gaily.) Sleep, indeed! He had something

Bona. Oh, shame! dishonour! treachery! better to think of. Come, come! we'll breakfast Steph. My father! here in the bower. Order it, Fiametta.

Sel. My uncle ! Fiam. Directly, sir.

Fiam. What treachery!

Fran. (Attitude of despair.) (She goes, and returns with the servants;

Bona. No more of love or marriage! no more of aiding them to arrange the breakfast- sports, rejoicing, and mirth. table.)

Steph. Good heavens!

Sel. My guardian! my friend! my uncle ! Bona. How reviving to age is the happiness of the

Bona. (Repelling her.) I am not your uncle.

Sel. Sir! young! And yet-(sighs.) - thou hast lovg been an orphan, Selina; it has more than doubled Steph. Not? thy fortune, which was great at my brother's sud

Bona. She is the child of crime!-of adultery! den death. Would thou hadst less wealth, or I (4 general stupefaction; the despair of Francisco at more!

its height.) Sel. And why, my dear uncle ?

Steph. 'Tis malice, my father! Bona. Evil tongues—this Romaldi

Bona. Read. S'eph. Forget him.

Steph. The calummy of Romaldi ! Sel. Would that were possible ! his menace

Bona. (Seriously.) Read. before ten o'clock-oh! that the hour were Steph. (Reads.) Selina is not your brother's daugh. over!

ter. To prove I speak nothing but the truih, I send you Bona. Come, come, we'll not disturb our hearts the certificate of her baptism.' with fears. to breakfast, and then to the notary.

Bona. 'Tis here authenticated. Once more read. I forgot Francisco; why is he not here?

Steph. (Reads.) May the 11th, 1584, at ten o'clock Sel. Shall I bring him ?

this evening, was baptized Selina Bianchi, the daughter Bona. Do you go, Fiametta.

of Francisco Bianchi." Fiam. Most willingly.

Fran. (Utters a cry, and falls on the seat.) Bona. Come, sit down.

Sel. Is it possible? my father!

Fran. (Opens his arms, and Selinå falls on his (They seat themselres. Sweet music. Piero neck.)

peeps from behind a shrub. Stephano gives Steph. Amazement!
a gentle clap with his hands, and the pea.

Bona. Sinful man! not satisfied with having dissants all rise from their hiding-places, and honoured my brother, after claiming my pity, would suspend their garlands, in a picturesque you aid in making me contract a most shameful group, orer Boñamo, Selina, and Stephano. alliance? Begone! you and the offspring of your Music ceases.)


Steph. Selina is innocent. Pier. What say you to that now?

Fran. (Confirms it.) Bona. Charming! charming!

Bona. Her father is-a wretch! Once more, bePier. I hope I am not made a major for nothing gone. Bona. (To Francisco, who enters with Fiametta.)

Fran. (During this dialogue had helll his daughter Come, sir, please to take your seat.

in his arms; he now rises with a sense of injury, and is Pier. (To Steph.) Shall the sports begin ?

leading her away.) Steph. (Gires an affirmative sign.)

Bona. Hold, miserable man! (to himself.) HousePiir Here! dancers! pipers strummers !

less-penniless-without bread without asylum; thrummers! to your places! This bench is for the

must she perish because her father has been wicked? band of music-mount.

(To Francisco.) Take this purse, conceal your sbame,

and, when 'tis empty, let me know your hiding (Here the dancing, which should be of the gay, place.

comic and grotesque kind; with droll atti- Fran. (Expresses gratitude, bul rejects the purse.)

Sel. (With affection.) Spare your benefits, sir, till, may hold him to-day, but he'll be gone to-morrow. you think we deserve them.

He'll overtake and find his dear forlorn Selina ; Bona. Poor Selina!

and they will marry, and live in poverty : but they Steph. (Eagerly.) What say you, sir?

will work, and eat their morsel, with a good conBona. Nothing ; let them begone.

science; while you will turn from your dainties with Sel. Stephano, farewell!

an aching heart! Steph. She shall not go! or-I will follow.

Bona. For the last time I warn youBona. And forsake your father! ungrateful boy! Fiam. I know the worst: I have worked for you (To Fran.) Begone, I say. Let me never see you all the prime of my youth ; and now you'll serve more. (To the Peasants.) Confine that frantic me as you have served the innocent, wretched Seyonth.

lina; you'll turn me out of doors. Do it! But I'll

not go till I've said out my say: so I tell you again, (Violent distracted music.) Stephano endea- you are a hard-hearted uncle, an unfeeling father

rours to force his way to Selina; Fiametta and an unjust master! Every body will shun you!
passionately embraces her; and ly gesture You will dwindle out a life of misery, and nobody
reproaches Bonamo, who persists, yet is will pity you; because you don't deserve pity. So,
tormented by doubt. Stuphano escapes, and now I'll go, as soon as you please.
suddenly hurries Selina forward, to detain
her; after violent efforts, they are again Enter SIGNOR MONTANO, hastily.
forced asunder; and, as they are retiring on
opposite sides, with struggles and passion, the Fiametta and Stephano eagerly attentive.
scene closes.

Mon. What is it I have just heard, ng friend ?

Have you driven away your niece?
SCENE IL-The House of Bonamo.

Bona. She is not my niece.
Mon. 'Tis true.

Fiam. How!
BONAMO and STEPHANO brought on by the Pea-
sants, who then leave the room.

Mon. But where did you learn that?
Bona. From these papers.

Mon. Who sent them?
Bona. Disobedient, senseless boy!

Bona. Count Romaldi. Steph. (Exhausted.) Selina! Give me back Se

Mon. Count Romaldi is-a villain. lina, or take my life!

Fiam. There! There!
Bona. Forbear these complaints.

Steph. You hear, sir!
Steph. She is the woman I love.
Bona. Dare you-

Fiam. I hope I shall be believed another time.

Bona. (Greatly interested.) Silence, woman!-By a Steph. None but she shall be my wife.

man like you, such an accusation cannot be made Bona. Your wife!

without sufficient proofs. Steph. To the world's end I'll follow her!

Mon. You shall have them. Be attentive. Bona. And quit your father? now, when age and

Fiam. I won't breathe! A word sha'n't escape infirmity bend him to the grave ? Steph. We will return to claim your blessing.

my lips. Bona. Stephano! I have loved you like a father; beware of my malediction.

(They press round Montano.) Steph. When a father's malediction is unjust, heaven is deaf.

Mon. Eight years ago, before I had the honour

to know you, returning one evening after visiting inter FIAMETTA, retaining her anger. my friends, I was leisurely ascending the rock of

Arpennaz. Fiam. Very well! it's all very right! But you will Fiam. So, so! The rock of Arpennaz! You see how it will end !

hear! But I'll not say a word. Bona. (To Steph.) I no longer wonder Count Ro- Mon. Two men, wild in their looks, and smearmaldi should advise me to drive such a wretch from ed with blood, passed hastily by me, with every my house.

appearance of guilt impressed upon their counte. Fiam. Count Romaldi is himself a wretch.

nances. Bona. Fiamettal

Fiam. The very same! Eight years ago! The Fiam. (Overcome by her passion.) I say it again! a rock of Arpennaz! Thevile, wicked wretch! and has written

Bona. Silence! Bona. (Imperiously.) The truth. The certificate Fiam. I'll not say a word. Tell all, sir; I am is incontestible.

dumb. Fiam. I would not for all the world be guilty of Mon. They had not gone a hundred paces before

he, who appeared the master, staggered and fell, I Bona. Woman!

hastened to him; he bled much, and I and his serFiam. I don't care for you; I loved you this vant supported him to my house: they said they morning; I would have lost my life for you, but you had been attacked by banditti, yet their torn are grown wicked.

clothes, a deep bite, which the master had on the Bona. Will you be silent?

back of his hand, and other hurts appearing to be Fiam. Is it not wickedness to turn a sweet, inno- given by an unarmed man, made me doubt. nocent, helpless, young creature, out of doors; one Their embarrassment increased suspicion ; which who has behaved with such tenderness; and leave was confirmed by Michelli, the honest miller of her at last to starve ? Oh, it is abominable !

Arpeunaz; who, the evening before, near the spot Bona. Once more, hold your tongue.

from which I saw these men

ascend, had succoured Fiam. I won't, I can't! Poor Stephano! And do a poor wretch, dreadfully cut and mangled. you think he'll forbear to love her? If he did, I Fiam. It's all true! 'Twas I! I myself! My cries should bate him! But he'll malze bis escape. You made Michelli come! Eight years

your sins.

Bona. Again?

Enter ROMALDI from the rocks, disguised like a Fiam. I've done.

peasant, with terror; pursued as it were by heaven Mon. I no longer doubted I bad entertained men and earth. of blood, and hastened to deliver them up to justice: but, when I returned, they had flown; having left Rom. Whither fly? Where shield me from pura purse, and this letter.

suit, and death, and ignominy? My hour is come! Bona. (Having seen it.) 'Tis the hand of Ro- The flends that tempted, now tear me. (Dreadful maldi

thunder.) The heavens shoot their fires at me! Mon. Imagine my surprise and indignation, yes- Save ! spare! Oh, spare me! (Falls on the bank. terday evening, when I once more beheld the as- Masic, hail, &c. continue ; after a pause, he raises his sassin! I could not disguise my emotion; and I head. More fearful claps of thunder heard, and he left you with such abruptness to give immediate again falls on his face. The storm gradually abates. information. The archers are now in pursuit: 1 Pause in the music. A very distant voice is heard. have no doubt they will soon secure him, as they (Holla!) Music continues. He half rises, starts, and already have secured his accomplice.

runs from side to side ; looking and listening. Music Steph. Malvoglio ?

ceases. Voice again, (Holla!) They are after me! Mon. Yes; who has confessed

Some one points me out! No den, no cave, can Seph. What?

hide me! (Looks the way he came.) I cannot return Mon. That the real name of this pretended Ro- that way. I cannot. It is the place of blood! A maldi is Biancbi.

robbed and wretched brother! 'Tis the blood, by Bona. Just heaven! Francisco's brother!

which I am covered! Ay! There! There have Mon. Whose wife this wicked brother loved. | I been driven for shelter !

Under those very Privately married, and sbe pregnant, Francisco rocks! Oh, that they would open! Cover me, put her under the protection of his friend here in earth! Cover my crimes ! Cover my shame! Savoy.

(Falls motionless again. Music of painful remorse; Steph. My uncle! his sudden death occasioned then changes to the cheerful pastorale, &c.) the mystery. Mon. But the false Romaldi decoyed Francisco

MICHAEL is seen coming toward the bridge, into the power of the Algerines, seized his es

which he crosses, stopping to look round and tates; and, finding he had escaped, attempted to

speak; then speaks as he descends by the assassinate him.

rugged narrow path, and then in the front Fiam. Now are you convinced? He would not

of the stage. 'peach his brother of abomination! (Raising her

Mich. (On the bridge.) 'Tis a fearful storm! clasped hands.) I told you Francisco was an angel: One's very heart shrinks! It makes a poor mortal but, for all you know me so well, I'm not to be be- think of his sins, and his danger. lieved.

Rom. (After listening.) Danger!-What? Is it Bona. You are not to be silenced.

me? Fiam. No, I'm not. Francisco is an angel, Selina is an angel, Stephano is an angel: They shall

(Listening.) be married, and all make one family; of which, Mich. (Descending) Every thunder clap seems to if you repent, you shall be received into the flash vengeance in his face ! bosom.

Rom. I am known; or must be! Shall I yield? Bona. (Slowly; earnestly.) Pray, good woman, or shall I-(Points his pistol at Michelli, then hold your tongue.

shrinks.) More murder! Fiam. Repent, then! Repent!

Mich. (In front of the stage.) At such terrible

times, a clear conscience is better than kingdoms (Here the distant thunder is heard, and the of gold mines. rising storm perceived.)

Rom. (In hesitation whether he shall or shall not

murder.) How to act? Bona. (To Montano and Stephano.) I do re- Mich. (Perceiving Romaldi, who conceals his pispent!

tol.) Now, friend! Fiam. (Affection ately.) Then I forgive you, (sobs) Rom. Now, miller! I won't turn you away. You're my master, again. Mich. (Observing his agitation.) You look(Kisses his hand, and wipes her eyes.)

Rom. How do I look? (Fearing, and still undeBona. But were shall we find Selina, and-? termined.) Fiam. Oh, I know where!

Mich. I-what have you there?
Steph. (Eagerly). Do you?

Rom. Where?
Fiam. Why could you think that-(her heart full.) Mich. Under your coat?
Follow me! Only follow me.

Rom. (Leaving the pistol in his inside pocket, and

shewing his hands.) Nothing. [Exeunt hastily

Mich. Something is the matter with you.

Rom. (Sudden emotion lo shoot: restrained.) 1
Thunder heard, while the Scene changes. am tired.

Music. Scene, the wild mountainous country Mich. Come in, then, and rest yourself.
called the Nant of Arpennaz, with pines and Rom. Thank you! (Moved ) Thank you!
massy rocks. A rude wooden bridge on a Mich: Whence do you come ?
small height thrown from rock to rock; a Rom. From-the neighbourhood of Geneva.
rugged mill stream, a little in the back Mich. (As if with meaning.) Did you pass through
ground; the miller's house on the right; a Sallancha ?
steep ascent by a narrow path to the bridge; Rom. (Alarmed.) Sallancha! Why do you ask?
a stone or bank to sit on, on the right-hand Mich. You have heard of what has happened?
side. The increasing storm of lightning, Rom. Where
thunder, hail, and rain, becomes terrible. Mich. There! At Sallanchal One Count Bo
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Rom. What of him?

Rom. Death! infamy! is there no escaping? Mich. (Observiny.) Do you know him?

Mich. The day declines, and you lookRom. I-How should a poor

Rom. How? Mich. Justice is at his heels. He has escaped ; Mich. Um!-I wish you looked better. Come but he'll be taken. The executioner will have in; pass the evening here; recover your strength bim,

and spirits. Rom. (Shudders.) Ay?

Rom. (with great emotion, forgetting and holdling Mich. As sure as you are here.

out his han).) You are a worthy man. Rom. (Aside.) All men hate me. Why should I Mich. I wish to be. (Feeling Romaldi's hand, after spare him?

shaking.) Zounds! What! Eh ! Mich. I saved the good Francisco.

Rom. (Concealing his hand.) A scarRom. (Gazing stedfastly at him.) You! Was it Mich. On the back of the right hand !

Rom. I havo served. A hussar with his sabro Mich. I.

gave the cut. Rom. Then-live.

Mich. (After considering.) Humph! It may be. Mich. Live?

Rom. It is. Rom. To be rewarded.

Mich. At least it may be; and the innocent Mich. I'd have done the same for you.

Rom. Ay! might suffer for the guilty. Rom. Live! live!

Mich. (After looktng at him.) Rather than that, I'll Mich. I will, my friend, as long as I can; and, run all risks. I am alone; my family is at tha when I die, I'll die with an honest heart.

fair, and cannot be home to-night. But you are o Rom, Miserable wretch !

stranger; you want protectionMich. Who?

Rom. (With great emotion.) I do, indeed! Rom. That Count Romaldi.

Mich. You shall have it. Come, never shall my Mich. Why, ay; unless he is a devil, he is mise- door be shut against the houseless wretch. rable indeed. (Music, quick march.) He'll be taken; for, look, yonder are the archers. (They cross the

[Exeunt to the house. bridge.) Rom. (Fearing Michelli knows him.) What then?

Music expressing dejection. FRANCISCO Where is Romaldi?

and SELINA approaching the bridge, he Mich. How should I know ?

points to the Miller's house. Cheerful Rom, (Aside.) Does he dissemble? They are

music; she testifies joy and admiration of here: I am lost!

the Miller. They descend; he carefully

guiding and aiding her. The Miller sup(Retires.

posed to hear a noise, comes to inquire,

sees Francisco, they run into each other's Music. The Archers come forward.

Mich. Welcome! A thousand times welcome! Mich. Good day, worthy sirs.

Sel. Ten thousand thanks to the saviour of my Exempt. Honest miller, good day. We are in fatber! search of Count Romaldi, whom we are, to take, Mich. Your father, sweet lady! dead or alive. Do you know his person ?

Sel. Oh, yes! discovered to me by his mortal Mich. No.

enemy. Rom. (Aside, and out of the sight of the Archers.) Mich. The monster Romaldi! Thanks, merciful heaven!

Sel. (Dejectedly.) Alas! Exempt. (Reads.) Five feet eight," &c. (the descrip- Mich. For your father's sake, for your own sake, tion must be that of the actor's voice, size and person: welcome both. to which add) with a large scar on the back of the

Rom. (Half from the door.) I heard my name! right hand."

Mich. (Lending them to the door, just as Romaldi Rom. (Thrusting his hand in his bosom.) 'Twill be advances a step.) Come, I have a strangertray me!

Sel. (Seeing Romaldi, shrieks.) Ah! Exempt. 'Twas a bite. The wretch Malvoglio Fran. (Falls back and covers his eyes with has deposed, that good Francisco is the brother of

agony.) the vile Romaldi.

Mich. How now?
Mich. How?
Exempt. And that Francisco, though robbed, be-

(Romaldi retires.) trayed and mutilated, has endured every misery, Sel. 'Tis he. and lived in continual dread of steel or poison, rather than bring this monster to the scaffold.

(Music of hurry, les ror, &c. Francisco putting Mich. But he'll come there at last.

his hand towards her mouth, enjoins her Exempt. We are told, he is among these moun

silence with great eagerness. Michelli, by tains.

making the sign of biting his right hand, Mich. Oh, could I catch him by the collar.

asks Francisco if it be Romaldi. Francisco Exempt. Should you meet him, beware; he's not

turns away without answering. Michelli unarmed.

denotes his conviction it is Romaldi, and Mich. There is no passing for him or you by this

hastily ascends to cross the bridge in search valley after the storm; the mountain torrents are faling. You must go back.

of the Archers; Francisco entreats him back

in vain. Romaldi, in terror, enters from Exempt. Many thanks. We must lose no time.

the house presenting his pistol. Francisco Mich. Success to you.

opens his breast for him to shoot if he pleases.

Selina falls between them. The whole sceno (Archers reascend the hill. Music. Quick

passes in a mysterious and rapid mammer. march ; as when they entercd.)

Music suddenly stops


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