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imam Thin she puueu ucxanu. _: , began to think the situation out in a different way, and she came to the con- clusion that she could not go on in this 1 vague, indefinite way; that she must quest: tried to follow up. .. ’ t n to the con- much anxious coglta i0 , clusion that there were only left to her now-either of which she might take as her metier and train herself to become proficient inâ€"nursing and typewriting. She inquired fully into the merits and demerits of both. She found that ‘ ~ “mm.” analifv for a nurse much anxious COglbuuuu, clnsion that there were only nowâ€"either of which she mi her metier and train herself proficient inâ€"nursing and is: She inquired fully into and demerits of both. She she could properly qualify ' ‘AAâ€"Ju. would see he]: in a. la“. ""1 .._ _ 1 decent living. She could, until she was proficient, live very cheaply and " in her modest little room. and quietl; she would have every interest in forcing 3i adelicate and intelligent machine -_this was the way that a young girl. whose acquaintance she made in a tea. shop, spoke of her typewriter) which could be in any way revolting to he: or which was in any sense beyond her Dowel-s- ( “And of course.” said the = you go in for shorthand as w inst double your value fromi " “13 it diflicult? difidently. almaeuuy. “Yes, it is diflficult,’ “but by no means insurmonntable. And the advantages are en-zmsns. Oh, it is 3 grand life for a. woman. Any ~ ’ the girl replied, of average intelligence ca ing at it, and a woman‘ gence is above the aver 1131 than make a living. She her own price. Then it i: mean in this way.1_f a V D'Jubov’ “A.“ -“'â€"â€" ...___ She was an apt pupil. Her well bal- . den door that she wan anced mind, tinged by disappointment giving a humble pull and trouble, but unrufi'ied by the great? f. the bell, such as she er passions of life, quickly grasped the ' given at. the door of a intricacies of the curious dots and rang again. and then dashes which seem so mysterious and tracted attention. S confusing to the majority of. mortals i on the other side of tl She made rapid progress; and before the ‘ was flung open, and 2 six mcnths which she had allowed her- ; decorous garb of also] _‘___L_j. ~-__ __- self for her pupilage had come to an what she wanted. end she found herself established in the 2 “Does Mr. Alan Stacey live here?" ofice of a small firm of brokers at a she asked. salary of 15 shillings a week. “Yes, ma’am.” It was of course but a beginning. "15 he at home ‘2" Still it was a beginning, and Mary had ; “Mr. Stacey is not out, ma’am." the accepted it gladly. both for what it: man replied, “but he does not usually brought her and as an. earnest of better '. see any one. at this hour. Mr. Stacey is things to come. And each evening when in his study, ma’am’. ” she had left the office and had had tea : “Still I think he will see me,” said at the nearest X. Y. Z. shop she went? Mary, eagerly. “if you will give him ofi to the school and workedhard at her 9. this card." shorthand. “Walk this way, ma’am." said the A few months more saw her in differ- , man, taking the card between his finger ent circumstances, for she left the firm ‘ and thumb in the peculiar manner of a of brokers and engaged herself to a 1 well trained servant. lawyer of large practice. who paid her ! He led the way down a. broad flagged 8D shillings a. week and treated her i pathway whichled to the house. It was pleasantly into the bargain. After near- ; covered by a kind of veranda, and on 1‘, a vos'n' in this office her emnloyer snd~ 3 either side a charming garden spread )1 (‘V""'"â€" 1y a. yeavfdih this office Eer emplOyer sud- denly died: and she was thrown out of work. Not that she was destituteâ€"by no 1, means. She had lived carefully, almost ‘ frugally, keeping always in mind the 5 possibility of a rainy day in time to ' come. She took a week’s holiday and‘ spent it at Dovercourt, where ehe sat by ‘. the glorious sea. basking in golden sun. shine and the keen brisk air, revelinga =_ “.qu ma dzintizzju a fall 8323!: 1t}: :he career of a nurse nd put on one side as ,. There only remained that of a typewriter. an ’1 3 Han «r: iv.- v-u _VJ -V _-___ s thrown out of 2 until bounded by the old wall. It was a charming garden. rich in ancient. destituteâ€"by no . mossy turf and gay with many flowers carefully, almost; All manner of creepers intwined them- ays in mind the ; selves about the pillars which supported *day in time to} the sheltering roof overhead. and great :ek’a holiday and: hydrangeas bloomed at the bases of H .LA, you DyCM WU bavvu u- uâ€"v .â€" .ots and rang again, and then her summons at- ions and tracted attention. She heard footsteps mortals. 3 on the other side of the door. and then it efore the ' was flung open. and a man in the usual ved her- 1 decorous garb of aservant stood to hear me to an what she wanted; with her was one h1 to her by her one intimate frlend, the ‘ lmers, who had first given '1 she stood face to face vi ‘1 is true, but it was no 10 which she was afraid. upon her own feet. She 1 my to any man.- Her first errand was It fascinaécd, ent'.‘ free just then than all her life before. .5 Love I A .-, «vr‘ ALAN STACEY, Tu;. -1'- IE: was With a: beatizzc with nervousness and app. Mary Conway found 113232 the hofiso of Alan Stacey, "1n Fulbam “£uww It was evidently a somewhat old house and was inclosol 3:; a high walled garden. It was at the gate of this gar- den door that she waited patiently after giving a humble pull at the handle of the bell, such as she would not have given at the door of a duh; A1; last she ., ~â€"â€"â€"-.â€"-A-un n‘- 1w be author â€"fio house was long and low. had long windows opening like doors and a wide Yempfia. 1911113132; its amnelenzth I, impossible for tied I: §‘ .‘Vâ€"z ary, '1): ;. LL ; - ..:...817- enthralled, tlu'aiicd, amazed her. a she had ever done in She was independent. face Wiuh the world, it 3 no longer a world of Emil She stood firm t. She owed not spen- a; bear": filled mchension that self waiting at r. the novelist. 2’3 Creed of you." Mary sat down, and he disappeared She sat drinking in the into the house. pleasant scene, doubly pleasant after the arid stretches of Blpomsbury brick and mortar, to which she was accus- tomed. To her it seemed like a sylvan the rush and “â€"I‘Ail right. I’ll come out. umu uuv man’s voice. The next moment a tall man in light gray clothing came out by the window. ' Alan Stacey’s presence. " he said. looking at Mary sprang to her feet. Mrs. Conway,” she said tremulously. ‘ “Messrs. Bloomingby thought that I should suit you." “As a typist?" i “And stenographer,” she added “Pray sit dow kindly and himself pulled a chair near enough to talk with ease. “What is your speed as a shorthand writer?” “A hundred and twenty." “G oodl You look intelligent. which ou been . quickly. A ‘ m”, said Alan Stacey l | is more to the pomt. Have y " D‘_-0’D V'w, is more to the point. Have with any author before?” “No,” answered Mary; “? with a. solicitor, and that, was work needing great ca] cision." “Ah- vesl And Why did “Ah, yesl And wny mu juu m..- him?" “I did not leave him.” she replied. he died. ’ ' “Unfortunately for me. you would like “I see. Do you think my kind of work?” “Yes,” said she promptly. “I am not very easy to work with. ‘BL ___‘__,_ .‘ X83, biuu Duv ‘,-v._- “I am not very easy to work with. I’m as crochetty as most other literary men,” Mr. Stacey said. “I have just got rid of a man, an excellent fellow. for no reason than that he sat on the edge of his chair and waited. I would have forgiven him many things, but his waiting became oppressive. It killed every idea I had. Before that I had a young lady. She "Knew Shakespeare by heart and could quote Xenophon, but ‘ she would mend my copy as she went | onn__ _ q ,1-_0” Ilnrfl ‘Wfimt “Yes, but if'she saw v was an error she way enough to mend it far Stacey, smiling at th “She knew just 21 1'11 me. She must have b‘ or something. My lama1 the contrary, no ideas. “I am not afraid." said Mary. smu- 1 ing. This man was wholly delightful‘ to her, surrounded by a halo of ro- mance, still young. strong. unconven‘ tional and wholly human. “Have you seen any of my work?" he asked. “I have read the ‘Lover's Creed‘ ; dozen times at. least. ” she answered. “vâ€"vâ€" -e, “Ahl Then you will to a certain ex- tent understand me. I should need you from 10 to 5 each day. Well. not on Saturday afternoons, That goes without ‘ saying. " ‘ “I: am ready." said Mary. “You would lunch hereâ€"by the bye, where do you live?" “In Bloomsbury." “That's a far cry. “ “I should seek for rooms in this neighborhood, “ she said quickly. “I am not wedded. to my present quarters. " o I. ‘9 uj‘gii-li'fig’câ€"tzéi. Yoh _are married. Mrs. Cosway?" “My name is Conway. " she said gently. f‘I am a widow. ” VOCUOJ- “Oh, forgive me! One likes to know everything. Have you children?“ 1,;2..- :_ _“ UVCLJ 01.11116. Lluv w J v...» '___“" v “Noneâ€"nor a single relatlve in all the world. ” “Poor little soul !’° The words slipped out unconsciously. as if he were think~ ing aloud. “Then about terms. " “I wifi take what you are accustom- ed to pay,” said Mary. ‘zi {Ii-1‘99. let us éay. 2 guineas a week.” he returned hurriedly. “““*" won’t you try me first 2" said fiery, rather taken aback by this un- ceremonions way of arranging the mat- ter. find fhat, of course, great care and pre- CHMAN-WARDER: LINDSAY, ONT id. " said Mary. smil- was wholly delightful “I have been you leave ' “No, no. Your speed is 120. and you look ‘as if you would just suit me." “But my referencesi" she exclaimed. “Mrs. Conway. " said the novelist, turning and looking directly and fixed- “My name is Conway,” 1 1y at her, “I would just ferences. I knc lies one tells'when one some one on to one’s f1 too Well what they an ,3 “A“ your re ‘l‘u v---, ly at h r, “I would just as soon not see \ your references. I know too well the lies one tells'when one wants to pass some one on to one's friends. I know too well what they are worth. Your last employer (lied, you tell me”â€" ' ' htn’t be true.” she fal- tered. “I would really rather”â€" “Do you want a character with me ‘2" he broke in. “But everybody knows you." she ”4-: {nopn110uslv. “Everybody has 7‘2But everybody knows you. mm cried ingenuouely. “Everybody has read your books. ” did. I should make a decent income then. No, no, Mrs. Con- way. I know what I am and what I’m not. I know my own limitations and exactly what I am capable of. It's my business to read character. You may not suit me as a secretary. but only ’ ‘ ~~--â€"~ um+ Qn far LAVU ughâ€"V time can show and prove as you yourself are conce is the dominant note of y I 1_ _‘ [10B Bull UXC no I. __-,, _ time can show and prove that. So far ‘ as you yourself are concerned, honesty is the dominant note of your life." Mary could not help starting. Alan Stacey continued: “You give yourself away continually because you cannot coneeal your real feelings. In a sense you are bad for yourself because you cannot dissemble. You couldn’t tell a downright lie if you tried, and you are so honest that you wouldn’t try. “ “I do hate lies," said Mary in a tone as if such a fact were rather to her | detriment than otherwise. 4 L“: V“. :9 ahe very arnmn. . . “It must be horrxble." smd Mary “ Are you working now?’ “1 xx as when 5011 came.’ “Why don’ 1: you let mo 13 away. sir?” she ventured to say. , __:L1. b‘xn cqnjn egin right away. sir?” she ventured to say. He looked at: her again with the same quick. alert glance as before. “Don't call me ‘sir.’ " he said. half amused and half ir'ritpble. ‘ “I always called Mr." Desmond so.’ she said weekly.“ ‘ A '-‘ Ac tv‘aerQ. vuua. Jun“ n.â€" Tni: mrmanma. There is nothing of romance about To Mary '5 surprise the table was only the life of a board school mistress. more laid for two persons. It was essentially especially’when under the continual in- n man's table: it was small and was fluence of a mother who never forgot ow spread with a nice clean cloth and ser- her gentility or that her daughter was viettes; its dominant note was a. crust the child of a gentleman. The board 311 stand. school mistress who can" love and be “Take that seat. " said Alan Stacey. loved again by a young man whose ped with a gesture to a chair. “It will be sphere is the same as her own, a young ‘ nk- a simple lunch, I warn you. If I eat a man whose aims and ambitions are on big meal now. I am 110 800d for the rest a level with her own. can revel in 'ro. of the day. Some people like a regular mance as entirely as the hero of a novel dinner at midday. I believe it means or the lord of the manor. A young girl 111637 if you only eat enough and may spend her life in the stufiy class- ['3- lid 01m 3 a 89° sleep soon enough afterward. What room of-the state schools and yet invest said have you today. .John ‘2 _’ . her lover with all the tender and idyllic am “An omelet. sir.” said John. “and romance of a knight of old, but if. she natâ€" cold beef and salad-" is cut 03 .by class grade 1mm inter- ' "A. luncheon for a king. it- theoms: me $313.3th m m BBC .‘iuu mam-“J. “He had an office and a lot of clerks; . that was different. I don't require that ' kind of thing. One ‘sir’ would upset me for a morning. Come into myrstudy. 1 like you for tackling the work straight away. We'll try how it goes." Mary followed him into the study, 3 long. low ceiled room with many books, a few pictures. some guns. fishing rods. golf clubs. two luxurious sofa lounges and half :1 dozen capacious chairs. A rough terrier dog lay before the open window and a big Angora cat, brindled like a bulldog. was in possession of a fur rug before the empty fireplace. It was a. revelation to Mary Conwayâ€"she L life before. She established herself at a table and they began. She was amazed at the ease and rapidity with which Alan Stacey poured out his story. taking it up at the last written word and spin- ning it out in the most vivid and inter- esting way. almost. indeed, acting it all. So for nearly two hours they worked L without a. hitch. until the servant came to say that luncheon was served. Alan Stacey drew along breath and rosé to 1 his feet - -- - vs .n _.,._,a 1 ":17 think so," said Mary. "I! you ‘ will allow me. I will transcribe it after lunch so that you can see for yourself." "66136 to lunch.” he said. “I used to have ideas about not interrupting th’e flow of geniusâ€"but I take my meals A â€"â€" L-“nv luc uvvv vâ€" 0"" __,_ , at r‘egular times n wâ€"it pays better all round. Do you think you’Ve got all that ‘2" . - " ‘1'. Mn CHAPTER IX. Tau. m'rmnnmn. To Mary's surprise the table was only laid for two persons. It was essentially a man's table: it was small and was spread with a nice clean cloth and ser- viettes: its dominant note was a cruet stand. 0. a. “A AAâ€" “Take that seat. " said Alan Stacey. with a gesture to a chair. “It will be a simple lunch, I warn you. If I eat a big meal now. I am no good for the rest of the day. Some people like a regular dinner at midday. I believe it means apoplexy if you only eat enough and _n;.-.....-...1 my“-.. g at yo'tllgimnd. Yes; it scise. upright and highly she said gently. in a rope of pain to YUu . Alan STacey. M “I do,” said ary, Wondering l of an whether she oug _t 3111:5313? that a. dish of scram n nearest approach to an in her life. had ever tasted “Ln- WrenchWOman who marked deg “a“ Vvv- '__V, “I have a little Frenfflwvu-u- , .....-_-_ ,, 7., . he went on. ' w‘hich romance was indiéeEOU-éatuxe h ) and “ makes both to perfection. to make a salad at , til the time when she becamea - ssoc- “Some people like . , I know several dellgh’b 1 in work with Alan Stacev then W ' ’ (Rem table I don’t. i th task f th . ful houses where t is e 0 9 no sort of outlet had 88 the $31an and' and all the natural loveaflifdfid ire-1’. er M young ladies to dre . they do it with a. diffidence whlch re- had been pent up u=~t41 . sults in loathliness. T811 Multide that ' nigh to btrsting and ga‘s I“ Fas and this omelet is excellent. John. flow at the first kind Word iiuyto om». pathetic soul. at the first gig}??? g 4 nd allowed 1 kind hand at . , the first herself to be persuaded into taking 3“ 0f magnetic eyes glance 0f am me an 1 In Alan Stacey. Mary found not at l little more. but I t ' ‘ king only water. “ mus ' employer but an N, L I) ‘ 1 “J F r she said firmly. 2 day She WOIShiped him_ I rgniéiiafia lit :‘1 want to do your work and myself ' is not a commonlv accented . Justice this afternoon.’ a woman should ~10“: gm Idea {m Alan Stacey tried hard to. overrule sight. In a sense she did m {in at first her. because. as he said. they ought to yet she idolized him Th; (3:3 50am ation of thexr first that one day she might be 2J2??? ~U lug have a mild celebr “.2 611131? first meal togeth- more to Alan Stacey than hie “WW A “ ~ _ x; em "I used JuDLAVV .. Alan étecey tried hard to UVCLLuuv her. because. as he said, they' ought to have a mild celebration of their first day's work and their first meal togeth- er. It is true that he liked and respect- ed her the better that she held firmly to her point. “When the book is finished, Mr. Stacey." she said. “if you then think ..... mm-lz worth celebrating, I will do “When theboo Stacey.’ “she said. ‘ ‘if my work worth celeb: o'w And awn began a long spell of ha rd work. â€" Ann ’1» Ana uwuuWu-v..-- .. _ it with pleasure. As yet you don’t know whether I have not made the most fearful hash of your work or whether 1 may not turn out to be ten times more aggravating than either Miss Blank. or the good gentleman who did not mind waiting,” “1 don't think so," he said in a tone of conviction. ‘I ‘- k- anon-an} gq 0‘ CU“ ' IV L .UI. His instinct proved to be correct, as the instinct of a man who has given his life up to the study of character usual- ly is. After a delightful luxurious half hour of chat Mary went back to the study and began to work. and by 5 o'clock had finished her transcription of the morning‘s work. Alan Stacey, who was as keenly interested in the result of theexperiment as She was, came in from the garden and read over the fair typewritten pages. He did not speak till he had read to the end. , 2 J 44.1.“ “VAT! Kill My nu..- _ ‘ “Mrs. Con§§ay." he said are a perfect treasure. Car at)?” “You have taken. me down literallu. worn tor more. point. ror point. Ion have caught the exaht Spirit of my idea. Mrs. Conway. if you an keep it up we shall get on splendidly." “ She had flushed up scarlet in her ex- citement and suspense, and Alan Stacey. looking at her. said to' himself that surely his star had been in the ascendant when such a dainty creature had sud- denly fallen from the skies in lieu of the bulldog features and staring,r goggle \â€" \. g efes of the patient individual who had but just left him. “I am so glad." she said with her pretty. shy air; “soproud to be able to help fou. I'll try hard never to be any- thing but your interpreter." ‘ He laughed aloud and held out his hand. “That‘s a good name for you, Mrs. Conwa‘y.” he said. “I can never say ‘my typist does this’ or ‘my stenog- rhpher does th‘at.’ You’re not my sec. retary, and it would sound pretentious to call you so. But ‘interpreter’â€"â€"that’s n smlendid name for you. I shall always He lafighed aloud a: hand. “That's a good Mrs. Conwa‘y.” he said‘ say ‘my typist does this‘ rhpher does~ th‘at.’ Yo: rotary, and it would so to call you so. But ‘inte a splendid name for you call you by. it:”. 1“, “HOW 2' uau JVu w... -._ And so he did. She went that very evening and looked at Various rooms in the neighborhood; fixing on some in a quaint out of the world nook which they call Parson's Green. I den’t mean all that intricate bewilderment of small. featureless. mean little streets which lie between Fnlham palace and the cemetery. but a corner on the other side ofâ€"the railway line. a corner which then was etillrrejoicing in tall old trees and spacious wide fronted. hoaxes. such as . n 32...:6n nknnf them flyublvuu u .u. __-w, kept an air of dignity about them which came as a surprise to the sttanger wandering through the neighborhood, And then began a long well of, hard work._ yet work that was intensely en- joyable in character. It is almost im- possible adequately to describe the efiect which this way of earning her living had upon Mary Conway. She was still quite young: little more than sted in net u». a little Frenchwoman who I to perfection.” he went on. 'ke to make a salad at with a difiid athliness. Tell M t is excellen vwvvâ€" . living had upon Mary Conway. She was still quite young. little more than at girl. and during all her'early years romance and the' joy of life had nevei' had any chance of growing and flourish- ing withinher. - 74_-- -x..-‘ meet and say Mary Conway, frail and delima; eggs was the being as she was..g~ent1ewoman to “ telet that she finger tips. a girl in whom all the .h‘ ' of good breeding were Present to an“ hwoman who marked degree, was of a nanny? ' he went on. ‘ w‘hich romance was indigenous, and m ‘ :9 a salad at 1 til the time when she became assoc-1:" veral delight- '. in work with Alan Stacey. the 11mm task of the f no sort of outlet had aflordedim ne salad, and‘ and all the natural love in her hm nce which re- had been pent up until it Was fill 8% Maltide that ' nigh to bursting and was readyto 0m ohn." flow at the first kind word from a 5% pathetic soul, at the first touch of ‘ and allowed 1 kind hand, at the first glance of am into taking a E of magnetic eyea eed wine and! In Alan Stacey: Mary found not an 'ater. “I must i employer, but _an-1~d-ol, from the fun said tyen. “you Can you ke‘il)‘it shb‘ is thibfim’fiy‘ 'cirén'mstafiéa romance which may be in her of necessity bottled up for she never for a moment entered her‘heai But she loved him with a dim, far almost a religious, feeling. He We? brilliantly clever both in his Wk} where were such vivid. brilliant, haul: ing human books to be found as the; which bore his name ‘2â€"and in hinge}; There were times when he worked at fever heat untiringly, restlesslv, almost ; passionately; times, when the titwagm him. when he almost were her out call- ing on her to come early and to m late; times when they snatched the: meals and when she went home lobe bed dog tired and brain weary. Yet always with the same charm all sweetness of way: “Mrs. Cgmam must get on with this while the ideas alive in meâ€" You'll help 1:95;, 1:: it, won’t you?" or ‘9de 31-; {33? i know it’s time, but C8121. : 1 ‘ little holiday when it‘s (122%: 3-167 it’s best to make hay wLi‘e the m shines " __ _ At such times Mary Conway WOW willingly rather have died than have failed him. At others he would 1m through the days, letting his wcrkéhp into brilliant. easy gossip. telling be his ideas. his hopes. his aspiratiom about making her look over his gnat can” tion of stamps. help to arrange his“. tographs. discussing furniture or flu next smart little tea party that he meant to give. and apparently Wm; unconscious that she took any merm- terest in him than the man who wand had done. ‘fWhat was your nu her suddenly between t1 work one day when ‘ drawing near. '9 “A clergyman He was cur: Elphinstowe, " she replied. “Ah, you were young when heé “Ya. quite a child. " “And our mother?" um". ma after I was max-riot} [DOD was he” â€"â€" “Hé was a sailor, capt the R23 River line of Mary almost curtly.‘ Ee' __._, q Thege was a moment‘s 9s “F‘NC must have been a great -..» he said at last. He was busi with a paper knife and a 51 paper and spoke in a studio:â€" ent tone as if they were disc: v‘ )N. qhestion absolutely imrgm of them. .s _ ’v “11: killed my moth-3:. still Warming her hat-3.3 “An'd you?” He rapp‘ed‘c tion in a strange. breatmea Mary looked aside at him you ask me this. Mr. 51 mm onsquely. " be happy. to forget'a‘d .... I’lljell you, and then nev ‘ you. speakof it again. I bécflnse my mother was 111 311.6 yearned to be well ofi. with bird, and he pgofcsscé told him I did not_ love ,-_,“ JUNE 221m “He wasâ€"he w: (001: me. Our max-113:: “ u- - a most dismal failure I was W?“ I hated and despised him. He “1 ter and mean and viniictivof er was th‘ me My poor little moth one who got any sort of saw out of the bargain. an it long. poOr 090111. to away from me. As tend to ho better than I am ¢ sham. I'll tel‘l you the truth. my“ God when I found that he “’35 5’ Yes. I did. for I would have P“ .. in the river before I would hm n“ with him'again " “He ‘was older than you?" dead: In” “Many years. He is a” any we sho'uld never speak ‘11 He we“ 1 dead. I can't help it. Only a few weeks affer we We". 3. killed my moth-3., ‘ Ji umxng her hum. (1 you ‘2" He rappgd‘mt the, 1 as fashicp lt sk me thls. Mr. Stacey? onsquely "1 was Deg‘xnnmg flw barrio: med to be well ofi. Iwa. hini, and he pgofcssed . him I did not love him. 'me'. Our mariiage wasâ€"3 f, _ -. 1 1.21...“In ‘[ “3.5 wt father T" ' e and a 5111‘ 0‘ a studionilf ‘3 were discn§ing Iv imner‘somi1 to 2 when he died? Christmas n crate 2 n I”? hawks! hm) BLfl‘ YEREL ,- bnyu‘s, me add and J1 Peterboro W . 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