“I dreamed, and, behold1, I saw a man clothed with rags standing2 in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.”—Pilgrim’s Progress.
“Is this the way to the ruins of St. Frediswed’s shrine3?” said a clergyman to a boy of about twelve years of age, who stood leaning against the gate of a field.
“They are just here, sir,” replied the peasant, proceeding4 to open the gate.
“Just wait a moment,” cried a bright-haired boy who accompanied the clergyman; “that is your way, this is mine,” and he vaulted5 lightly over the gate.
“So these are the famous ruins!” he exclaimed as he alighted on the opposite side; “I don’t think much of them, Mr. Ewart. A few yards of stone wall, half
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covered with moss6, and an abundance of nettles7 is all I can see.”
AT THE GATE.
“And yet this once was a famous resort for pilgrims.”
“Pilgrims,—what were they?” inquired the boy.
“In olden times, when the Romanist religion prevailed in England, it was thought an act of piety8 to visit certain places that were considered particularly holy; and those who undertook journeys for this purpose received the name of pilgrims. Many travelled thousands of miles to kneel at the tomb of our Lord in Jerusalem, and those who could not go so far believed that by visiting
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certain famous shrines9 here, they could win the pardon of their sins. Hundreds of misguided people, in this strange, superstitious10 hope, visited the abbey by whose ruins we now stand; and I have heard that a knight11, who had committed some great crime, walked hither barefoot, with a cross in his hand, a distance of several leagues.”
“A knight barefoot! how strange!” cried young Lord Fontonore; “but then he believed that it would save him from his sins.”
“Save him from his sins!” thought the peasant boy, who, with his full earnest eyes fixed12 upon Mr. Ewart, had been drinking in every word that he uttered; “save him from his sins! I should not have thought it strange had he crawled the whole way on his knees!”
“Are there any pilgrims now?” inquired Fontonore.
“In Romanist countries there are still many pilgrimages made by those who know not, as we do, the one only way by which sinners can be accounted righteous before a pure God. But in one sense, Charles, we all should be pilgrims, travellers in the narrow path that leads to salvation13, passing on in our journey from earth to heaven, with the cross not in our hands but in our hearts; pilgrims, not to the tomb of a crucified Saviour14, but to the throne of that Saviour in glory!”
Charles listened with reverence15, as he always did when his tutor spoke16 of religion, but his attention was nothing
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compared to that of the peasant, who for the first time listened to conversation on a subject which had lately been filling all his thoughts. He longed to speak, to ask questions of the clergyman, but a feeling of awe17 kept him back; he only hoped that the gentleman would continue to talk, and felt vexed18 when he was interrupted by three children who ran up to the stranger to ask for alms.
“Begging is a bad trade, my friends,” said Mr. Ewart gravely, “I never like to encourage it in the young.”
“We’re so hungry,” said the youngest of the party.
“Mother’s dead, and father’s broke his leg!” cried another.
“We want to get him a little food,” whined19 the third.
“Do you live near?” asked Mr. Ewart.
“Yes sir, very near.”
“I will go and see your father,” said the clergyman.
The little rogues20, who were accustomed to idle about the ruin to gain pence from visitors by a tale of pretended woe21, looked at each other in some perplexity at the offer, for though they liked money well enough, they were by no means prepared for a visit. At last Jack22, the eldest23, said with impudent24 assurance, “Father’s not there, he’s taken to the hospital, there’s only mother at home.”
“Mother! you said just now that your mother was dead.”
“I meant—” stammered25 the boy, quite taken by surprise; but the clergyman would not suffer him to proceed.
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“Do not add another untruth, poor child, to those which you have just uttered. Do you not know that there is One above the heavens who hears the words of your lips, reads the thoughts of your hearts—One who will judge, and can punish?”
Ashamed and abashed26, the three children made a hasty retreat. As soon as they were beyond sight and hearing of the strangers, Jack turned round and made a mocking face in their direction, and Madge exclaimed in an insolent27 tone, “We weren’t going to stop for his sermon.”
“There’s Mark there that would take it in every word, and thank him for it at the end,” said Jack.
“Oh, Mark’s so odd!” cried Ben; “he’s never like anybody else. No one would guess him for our brother!”
These words were more true than Ben’s usually were, for the bright-haired young noble himself scarcely offered a greater contrast to the ragged28, dirty children, than they with their round rustic29 faces, marked by little expression but stupidity on that of Ben, sullen30 obstinacy31 on Madge’s, and forward impudence32 on Jack’s, did to the expansive brow and deep thoughtful eye of the boy whom they had spoken of as Mark.
“Yes,” said Jack, “he could never even pluck a wild-flower, but he must be pulling it to bits to look at all its parts. It was not enough to him that the stars shine to
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give us light, he must prick33 out their places on an old bit of paper, as if it mattered to him which way they were stuck. But of all his fancies he’s got the worst one now; I think he’s going quite crazed.”
“What’s he taken into his head?” said Madge.
“You remember the bag which the lady dropped at the stile, when she was going to the church by the wood?”
Madge nodded assent34, and her brother continued: “What fun we had in carrying off and opening that bag, and dividing the things that were in it! Father had the best of the fun of it though, for he took the purse with the money.”
“I know,” cried Ben, “and mother had the handkerchief with lace round the edge, and E. S. marked in the corner. We—more’s the shame!—had nothing but some pence, and the keys; and Mark, as the biggest, had the book.”
“Ah! the book!” cried Jack; “that’s what has put him out of his wits!”
“No one grudged35 it him, I’m sure,” said Ben, “precious little any of us would have made out of it. But Mark takes so to reading, it’s so odd; and it sets him a thinking, a thinking: well, I can’t tell what folk like us have to do with reading and thinking!”
“Nor I!” cried both Madge and Jack.
“I shouldn’t wonder,” said the latter, as stretched on
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the grass he amused himself with shying stones at the sparrows, “I shouldn’t wonder if his odd ways had something to do with that red mark on his shoulder!”
“What, that strange mark, like a cross, which made us call him the Red-cross Knight, after the ballad36 which mother used to sing us?”
“Yes; I never saw a mark like that afore, either from blow or burn.”
“Mother don’t like to hear it talked of,” said Madge.
“Well, whatever has put all this nonsense into his head, father will soon knock it out of him when he comes back!” cried Jack. “He’s left off begging,—he won’t ask for a penny, and he used to get more than we three together, ’cause ladies said he looked so interesting; and he’ll not so much as take an egg from a nest,—he’s turned quite good for nothing!”
Leaving the three children to pursue their conversation, we will return to him who was the subject of it. That which had made them scoff37 had made him reflect,—he could not get rid of those solemn words, “There is One above the heavens who hears the words of your lips, reads the thoughts of your hearts—One who will judge, and can punish!” They reminded him of what he had read in his book, The soul that sinneth it shall die; he knew himself to be a sinner, and he trembled.
Little dreaming what was passing in the mind of the peasant, Mr. Ewart examined the ruin without noticing
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him further, and Mark still leant on the gate, a silent, attentive38 listener.
“I think, Charles,” said the tutor, “that I should like to make a sketch39 of this spot, I have brought my paint-box and drawing block with me, and if I could only procure40 a little water—”
“Please may I bring you some, sir?” said Mark.
The offer was accepted, and the boy went off at once, still turning in his mind the conversation that had passed.
“‘Pilgrims in the narrow path that leadeth to salvation,’—I wish that I knew what he meant. Is that a path only for holy men like him, or can it be that it is open to me? Salvation! that is safety, safety from punishment, safety from the anger of the terrible God. Oh, what can I do to be saved!”
In a few minutes Mark returned with some fresh water which he brought in an old broken jar. He set it down by the spot where Mr. Ewart was seated.
“Thanks, my good lad,” said the clergyman, placing a silver piece in his hand.
“Good,” repeated Mark to himself; “he little knows to whom he is speaking.”
“It would be tedious to you, Charles, to remain beside me while I am sketching,” said Mr. Ewart; “you will enjoy a little rambling41 about; only return to me in an hour.”
“I will explore!” replied the young lord gaily42;
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“there is no saying what curiosities I may find to remind me of the pilgrims of former days.”
And now the clergyman sat alone, engaged with his paper and brush, while Mark watched him from a little distance, and communed with his own heart.
“He said that he knew the one, only way by which sinners could be accounted righteous—righteous! that must mean good—before a holy God! He knows the way; oh, that he would tell it to me! I have half a mind to go up to him now; it would be a good time when he is all by himself.” Mark made one step forward, then paused. “I dare not, he would think it so strange. He could not understand what I feel. He has never stolen, nor told lies, nor sworn; he would despise a poor sinner like me. And yet,” added the youth with a sigh, “he would hardly sit there, looking so quiet and happy, if he knew how anxious a poor boy is to hear of the way of salvation, which he says that he knows. I will go nearer; perhaps he may speak first.”
Mr. Ewart had begun a bold, clever sketch,—stones and moss, trees and grass were rapidly appearing on the paper, but he wanted some living object to give interest to the picture. Naturally his eye fell upon Mark, in his tattered43 jacket and straw hat, but he forgot his sketch as he looked closer at the boy, and met his sad, anxious gaze.
“You are unhappy, I fear,” he said, laying down his pencil.
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Mark cast down his eyes, and said nothing.
“You are in need, or you are ill, or you are in want of a friend,” said the clergyman with kind sympathy in his manner.
“Oh, sir, it is not that—” began Mark, and stopped.
“Come nearer to me, and tell me frankly44, my boy, what is weighing on your heart. It is the duty, it is the privilege of the minister of Christ to speak comfort to those who require comfort.”
“Can you tell me,” cried Mark, with a great effort, “the way for sinners—to be saved?”
“The Saviour is the Way, the Truth, and the Life, the Gate by which alone we enter into salvation. Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved. The just shall live by faith.”
“What is faith?” said Mark, gathering45 courage from the gentleness with which he was addressed.
“Faith is to believe all that the Bible tells us of the Lord, His glory, His goodness, His death for our sins, to believe all the promises made in His Word, to rest in them, hope in them, make them our stay, and love Him who first loved us. Have you a Bible, my friend?”
“I have.”
“And do you read it?”
“Very often,” replied Mark.
“Search the Scriptures46, for they are the surest guide; search them with faith and prayer, and the Lord will
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not leave you in darkness, but guide you by his counsel here, and afterward47 receive you to glory.”
Mr. Ewart did not touch his pencil again that day, his sketch lay forgotten upon the grass. He was giving his hour to a nobler employment, the employment worthy48 of angels, the employment which the Son of God Himself undertook upon earth. He was seeking the sheep lost in the wilderness49, he was guiding a sinner to the truth.
“I hope that I have not kept you waiting,” exclaimed Charles, as he came bounding back to his tutor; “the carriage has come for us from the inn; it looks as if we should have rain, we must make haste home.”
Mr. Ewart, who felt strongly interested in Mark, now asked him for his name and address, and noted50 down both in his pocket-book. He promised that, if possible, he would come soon and see him again.
“Keep to your good resolutions,” said the clergyman, as he walked towards the carriage, accompanied by Charles; “and remember that though the just shall live by faith, it is such faith as must necessarily produce repentance51, love, and a holy life.”
Mr. Ewart stepped into the carriage, the young lord sprang in after him, the servant closed the door and they drove off. Mark stood watching the splendid equipage as it rolled along the road, till it was at last lost to his sight.
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“I am glad that I have seen him—I am so glad that he spoke to me—I will never forget what he said! Yes, I will keep to my good resolutions; from this hour I will be a pilgrim to heaven, I will enter at once by the strait gate, and walk in the narrow way that leadeth unto life!”
“They are just here, sir,” replied the peasant, proceeding4 to open the gate.
“Just wait a moment,” cried a bright-haired boy who accompanied the clergyman; “that is your way, this is mine,” and he vaulted5 lightly over the gate.
“So these are the famous ruins!” he exclaimed as he alighted on the opposite side; “I don’t think much of them, Mr. Ewart. A few yards of stone wall, half
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covered with moss6, and an abundance of nettles7 is all I can see.”
AT THE GATE.
“And yet this once was a famous resort for pilgrims.”
“Pilgrims,—what were they?” inquired the boy.
“In olden times, when the Romanist religion prevailed in England, it was thought an act of piety8 to visit certain places that were considered particularly holy; and those who undertook journeys for this purpose received the name of pilgrims. Many travelled thousands of miles to kneel at the tomb of our Lord in Jerusalem, and those who could not go so far believed that by visiting
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certain famous shrines9 here, they could win the pardon of their sins. Hundreds of misguided people, in this strange, superstitious10 hope, visited the abbey by whose ruins we now stand; and I have heard that a knight11, who had committed some great crime, walked hither barefoot, with a cross in his hand, a distance of several leagues.”
“A knight barefoot! how strange!” cried young Lord Fontonore; “but then he believed that it would save him from his sins.”
“Save him from his sins!” thought the peasant boy, who, with his full earnest eyes fixed12 upon Mr. Ewart, had been drinking in every word that he uttered; “save him from his sins! I should not have thought it strange had he crawled the whole way on his knees!”
“Are there any pilgrims now?” inquired Fontonore.
“In Romanist countries there are still many pilgrimages made by those who know not, as we do, the one only way by which sinners can be accounted righteous before a pure God. But in one sense, Charles, we all should be pilgrims, travellers in the narrow path that leads to salvation13, passing on in our journey from earth to heaven, with the cross not in our hands but in our hearts; pilgrims, not to the tomb of a crucified Saviour14, but to the throne of that Saviour in glory!”
Charles listened with reverence15, as he always did when his tutor spoke16 of religion, but his attention was nothing
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compared to that of the peasant, who for the first time listened to conversation on a subject which had lately been filling all his thoughts. He longed to speak, to ask questions of the clergyman, but a feeling of awe17 kept him back; he only hoped that the gentleman would continue to talk, and felt vexed18 when he was interrupted by three children who ran up to the stranger to ask for alms.
“Begging is a bad trade, my friends,” said Mr. Ewart gravely, “I never like to encourage it in the young.”
“We’re so hungry,” said the youngest of the party.
“Mother’s dead, and father’s broke his leg!” cried another.
“We want to get him a little food,” whined19 the third.
“Do you live near?” asked Mr. Ewart.
“Yes sir, very near.”
“I will go and see your father,” said the clergyman.
The little rogues20, who were accustomed to idle about the ruin to gain pence from visitors by a tale of pretended woe21, looked at each other in some perplexity at the offer, for though they liked money well enough, they were by no means prepared for a visit. At last Jack22, the eldest23, said with impudent24 assurance, “Father’s not there, he’s taken to the hospital, there’s only mother at home.”
“Mother! you said just now that your mother was dead.”
“I meant—” stammered25 the boy, quite taken by surprise; but the clergyman would not suffer him to proceed.
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“Do not add another untruth, poor child, to those which you have just uttered. Do you not know that there is One above the heavens who hears the words of your lips, reads the thoughts of your hearts—One who will judge, and can punish?”
Ashamed and abashed26, the three children made a hasty retreat. As soon as they were beyond sight and hearing of the strangers, Jack turned round and made a mocking face in their direction, and Madge exclaimed in an insolent27 tone, “We weren’t going to stop for his sermon.”
“There’s Mark there that would take it in every word, and thank him for it at the end,” said Jack.
“Oh, Mark’s so odd!” cried Ben; “he’s never like anybody else. No one would guess him for our brother!”
These words were more true than Ben’s usually were, for the bright-haired young noble himself scarcely offered a greater contrast to the ragged28, dirty children, than they with their round rustic29 faces, marked by little expression but stupidity on that of Ben, sullen30 obstinacy31 on Madge’s, and forward impudence32 on Jack’s, did to the expansive brow and deep thoughtful eye of the boy whom they had spoken of as Mark.
“Yes,” said Jack, “he could never even pluck a wild-flower, but he must be pulling it to bits to look at all its parts. It was not enough to him that the stars shine to
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give us light, he must prick33 out their places on an old bit of paper, as if it mattered to him which way they were stuck. But of all his fancies he’s got the worst one now; I think he’s going quite crazed.”
“What’s he taken into his head?” said Madge.
“You remember the bag which the lady dropped at the stile, when she was going to the church by the wood?”
Madge nodded assent34, and her brother continued: “What fun we had in carrying off and opening that bag, and dividing the things that were in it! Father had the best of the fun of it though, for he took the purse with the money.”
“I know,” cried Ben, “and mother had the handkerchief with lace round the edge, and E. S. marked in the corner. We—more’s the shame!—had nothing but some pence, and the keys; and Mark, as the biggest, had the book.”
“Ah! the book!” cried Jack; “that’s what has put him out of his wits!”
“No one grudged35 it him, I’m sure,” said Ben, “precious little any of us would have made out of it. But Mark takes so to reading, it’s so odd; and it sets him a thinking, a thinking: well, I can’t tell what folk like us have to do with reading and thinking!”
“Nor I!” cried both Madge and Jack.
“I shouldn’t wonder,” said the latter, as stretched on
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the grass he amused himself with shying stones at the sparrows, “I shouldn’t wonder if his odd ways had something to do with that red mark on his shoulder!”
“What, that strange mark, like a cross, which made us call him the Red-cross Knight, after the ballad36 which mother used to sing us?”
“Yes; I never saw a mark like that afore, either from blow or burn.”
“Mother don’t like to hear it talked of,” said Madge.
“Well, whatever has put all this nonsense into his head, father will soon knock it out of him when he comes back!” cried Jack. “He’s left off begging,—he won’t ask for a penny, and he used to get more than we three together, ’cause ladies said he looked so interesting; and he’ll not so much as take an egg from a nest,—he’s turned quite good for nothing!”
Leaving the three children to pursue their conversation, we will return to him who was the subject of it. That which had made them scoff37 had made him reflect,—he could not get rid of those solemn words, “There is One above the heavens who hears the words of your lips, reads the thoughts of your hearts—One who will judge, and can punish!” They reminded him of what he had read in his book, The soul that sinneth it shall die; he knew himself to be a sinner, and he trembled.
Little dreaming what was passing in the mind of the peasant, Mr. Ewart examined the ruin without noticing
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him further, and Mark still leant on the gate, a silent, attentive38 listener.
“I think, Charles,” said the tutor, “that I should like to make a sketch39 of this spot, I have brought my paint-box and drawing block with me, and if I could only procure40 a little water—”
“Please may I bring you some, sir?” said Mark.
The offer was accepted, and the boy went off at once, still turning in his mind the conversation that had passed.
“‘Pilgrims in the narrow path that leadeth to salvation,’—I wish that I knew what he meant. Is that a path only for holy men like him, or can it be that it is open to me? Salvation! that is safety, safety from punishment, safety from the anger of the terrible God. Oh, what can I do to be saved!”
In a few minutes Mark returned with some fresh water which he brought in an old broken jar. He set it down by the spot where Mr. Ewart was seated.
“Thanks, my good lad,” said the clergyman, placing a silver piece in his hand.
“Good,” repeated Mark to himself; “he little knows to whom he is speaking.”
“It would be tedious to you, Charles, to remain beside me while I am sketching,” said Mr. Ewart; “you will enjoy a little rambling41 about; only return to me in an hour.”
“I will explore!” replied the young lord gaily42;
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“there is no saying what curiosities I may find to remind me of the pilgrims of former days.”
And now the clergyman sat alone, engaged with his paper and brush, while Mark watched him from a little distance, and communed with his own heart.
“He said that he knew the one, only way by which sinners could be accounted righteous—righteous! that must mean good—before a holy God! He knows the way; oh, that he would tell it to me! I have half a mind to go up to him now; it would be a good time when he is all by himself.” Mark made one step forward, then paused. “I dare not, he would think it so strange. He could not understand what I feel. He has never stolen, nor told lies, nor sworn; he would despise a poor sinner like me. And yet,” added the youth with a sigh, “he would hardly sit there, looking so quiet and happy, if he knew how anxious a poor boy is to hear of the way of salvation, which he says that he knows. I will go nearer; perhaps he may speak first.”
Mr. Ewart had begun a bold, clever sketch,—stones and moss, trees and grass were rapidly appearing on the paper, but he wanted some living object to give interest to the picture. Naturally his eye fell upon Mark, in his tattered43 jacket and straw hat, but he forgot his sketch as he looked closer at the boy, and met his sad, anxious gaze.
“You are unhappy, I fear,” he said, laying down his pencil.
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Mark cast down his eyes, and said nothing.
“You are in need, or you are ill, or you are in want of a friend,” said the clergyman with kind sympathy in his manner.
“Oh, sir, it is not that—” began Mark, and stopped.
“Come nearer to me, and tell me frankly44, my boy, what is weighing on your heart. It is the duty, it is the privilege of the minister of Christ to speak comfort to those who require comfort.”
“Can you tell me,” cried Mark, with a great effort, “the way for sinners—to be saved?”
“The Saviour is the Way, the Truth, and the Life, the Gate by which alone we enter into salvation. Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved. The just shall live by faith.”
“What is faith?” said Mark, gathering45 courage from the gentleness with which he was addressed.
“Faith is to believe all that the Bible tells us of the Lord, His glory, His goodness, His death for our sins, to believe all the promises made in His Word, to rest in them, hope in them, make them our stay, and love Him who first loved us. Have you a Bible, my friend?”
“I have.”
“And do you read it?”
“Very often,” replied Mark.
“Search the Scriptures46, for they are the surest guide; search them with faith and prayer, and the Lord will
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not leave you in darkness, but guide you by his counsel here, and afterward47 receive you to glory.”
Mr. Ewart did not touch his pencil again that day, his sketch lay forgotten upon the grass. He was giving his hour to a nobler employment, the employment worthy48 of angels, the employment which the Son of God Himself undertook upon earth. He was seeking the sheep lost in the wilderness49, he was guiding a sinner to the truth.
“I hope that I have not kept you waiting,” exclaimed Charles, as he came bounding back to his tutor; “the carriage has come for us from the inn; it looks as if we should have rain, we must make haste home.”
Mr. Ewart, who felt strongly interested in Mark, now asked him for his name and address, and noted50 down both in his pocket-book. He promised that, if possible, he would come soon and see him again.
“Keep to your good resolutions,” said the clergyman, as he walked towards the carriage, accompanied by Charles; “and remember that though the just shall live by faith, it is such faith as must necessarily produce repentance51, love, and a holy life.”
Mr. Ewart stepped into the carriage, the young lord sprang in after him, the servant closed the door and they drove off. Mark stood watching the splendid equipage as it rolled along the road, till it was at last lost to his sight.
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“I am glad that I have seen him—I am so glad that he spoke to me—I will never forget what he said! Yes, I will keep to my good resolutions; from this hour I will be a pilgrim to heaven, I will enter at once by the strait gate, and walk in the narrow way that leadeth unto life!”
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