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THE EF.K: OMAHA. SUNDAY. APRIL 53.
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The WANTED MAN by Harris Dickson
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Oa eepaaila eklaa al Laka Mvaiea, mwwwl,
are te muim Hrnmtwwa, en4 by Mai.
Mk klerk. a4 Nvkih, brhwif al toaa. bo
UuM, fko flxl la laauar. Casual AetarKe.
fouowinf duo Viih urk. Aa txa awr
epaa llrel 4kui ara k inuae nuaf cm.
tiuuni . ska ku maw ae a taraunoua
iiaaiiMt. I aria fcal. Ma), kurk'a M4 ewiui.
Uila berbere. Ika stajure baauutul Mulkw. aM
bar tuMt, A4ealda. aife al rianan hailllf. a
laalsua cole, Uul ka imim'U Ika outk la eo lav
K-ur. Tba tvie kap a lOl vilk kluart al Ika
a Oak. Wkx barbere. aba baa Uti4 hue ika
la Adelaide, rau kirn eouiif ka ciaaia bar M bia
anas, and la ejrepe kim aha Ulla kirn aba la ef
rtad. Iba flaaa. IMuart (ivae facia al a- kola lor
Adelaide." Haiillr ebuiaa l and eoefmnie Huerl
while ka la U.u la Mra. liaiilly la Ika balwl
aha la " Miaa Hum." IUiiIIj uaaa AdelaMe lnaxle
tba kauaa and but Stuart "ail. But tba laltar
rwatla bit mimoa to raarua Cat. Tom VanUaU
trum lha Vullnra el talaaianra and rtMliW la
Ua ailar airlatnlnc all la kit tnrod. Dr. Hum
phrajr. Dr. Jluniphrrj. la akiof Ma, klark la
no.'! a iMDiUuuon ka Ika Ixlaral ava am
lib Bak Ikry baliar to ba tluart.
A mmUI Ump burn4 oo lb tablk. By H
light ht aaw two men la th room with tblr
tart ctoM Mktnst th clmlivd duor into lb
hkJltray. Tb door vu shut; from a recant
and furuv trial Nat kntw It to b locktd.
Thar atood tha ulant man, not flv feat
distant from Mr. Koiyjaw, and it tba marthal
bad only failed a llitla bit louder ha would
not bava notdad a wlra to mak all tba (olka
hear him In Ntw Orleans.
VThtti Nat peered cloaer at tba Uatenera
ba taw that ona of tbam waa Dr. Humpbrayt
and tba other b blinked and rubbad hla
eye tba othar man looked a heap Ilka Mr.
Etuart Clayton, wearing tiactly th asm
kind of doth, with th asm teeny mi
tacb and goaita. It h would only speak
Th Tw Stuart Clayiiru. ,
rONT you pleas let ma speak to
Mr. Clayton?" Barbara begged.
' Sorry, miss." Tha officer waa
poUta, yet barred tha ear door with hla arm.
"Order ar that ba cannot speak to any
I am Mlsa Stark." tha said distinctly, and
watched for 1U effect upon th prUoner.
6h thought h would look up, and In tba
meeting of their eye that he must under
tand why th gav her name ao plainly.
Ha would know that aha waa not a married
woman and took this means of telling htm so.
But the prisoner did not start nor stir; per
haps In hla gloomy preoccupation ha failed
"Miss Stark, Mlsa Barbara Stark." She
repeated the word more clearly and much
louder. His motionless figure betrayed no
alga of Interest; whether she were maid,
wife, or widow, apparently it mattered noth
lng to him. Unless, as Barbara shrewdly
guessed, unless he were playing a game
beore tha officers. So she touched Mr. Fat
face upon the arm and tried persuasion.
" Please allow me Just one word with Mr.
' "No, miss. It Is positively against orders."
Beyond a doubt the prisoner heard every
syllable, but did not look up to thank her
with a glance. Stolidly and stubbornly ha
kept down his head, and Barbara shrank
away. i '
She could not conceive of Stuart Clayton
drooping hla bead like that Or did he think
that aha had told of hla being at Marmlon
and blamed her for hla capture?. Impossible!
All the Negroes knew; it was common talk
throughout the neighborhood. In spite of her
pride Barbara felt rebuffed and rebuked as
she moved away from the car, step by step,
until she brushed against old Nat, who had
left off listening to Mr. Fozyjaw hollering '
through the telephone and rambled out to
see what happened on the gallery. -
"Uncle Nat," she whispered, "you loved
him when he was a little boy."
"Taa'm, missy. I knowed Mister Stuart
When he warn't knee high to a hopper grass."
" Then can't you do something?"
"Me? Do which?"
. " Do anything. O, yes, cut their tires."
" Lawd, no, mlssyl " Nat shook his bushy
bead. "Ef dey was Jes common constables
I mought do so. But I sho is got better sense
dan to go akulldraggin' aginst de whol
" But you must O, look! " Barbara dart
ad away and went flying down the steps as
Razllly ran around a corner, of th bous
and rushed upon th car. No ona had ob
served the Creole until Barbara's cry at
tracted attention, when Mrs. Fatfao bound
ad out and grappled him.
" Here! What do you want? Stand off! "
" I have business with that man," Baailly'a
ton was so angry that the marshal an
wered sharply. .
" Leave him alone, I tell you."
"But I am Mr. Florian Basflly from New
" Don't car If you ara Mr. Angel Gabriel
Then Hastily drew himself up with Im
portance and announced, "111 have you to
understand that I represent the Dictator of
, " Never heard of the gent Move on."
" I will not move. I'm going to settle with
Through the big front door MaJ. Stark wit.
Bossed their altercation, and left Mr. Foxy
' Jaw at the phone to go in a stiff legged
hurry down the steps to catch hold of BaziUy.
" Florian, come in the house," he ordered.
" No. That fellow has Insulted me."
"Tes, he ought 'to be horsewhipped. But let
aim go. Let the officers take him away."
From, this old Nat felt sure that MaJ. Stark
knew of Mr. Stuart writing notea to Mr.
Raallly's wife, and when white folks got to
fighting over such as that it was time for
' Negroes to get away. So Nat crawfished
backwards to a corner of the gallery, making
ready to dodge out of range. If It came to
a rookus between Mr. Razilly and Mr Fat
face, Uncle Nat felt perfectly willing to keep
hands off and let the best man win. No
matter which one of them got licked it would
tickle him. But the major same along and
pacified everything by dragging Mr. Razllly
Into the house.
" O, Uncle'Nat" Barbara whispered again,
"what can we do?"
" Dunno, missy. Mebbe I better fetch Dr.
Humphreys. He's crazy "bout Mister Stuart"
From the undlsappointed faith of years
Uncle Nat believed that this good old physi
cian could outtalk any bunch of constables
on earth. Mighty few folks ever said no "
when Dr. Humphreys argued with them to
aay " yes." The present case required a lot
of persuading, and Nat hustled around to can
In at the window, "Doctor.'O doctor!."
Nobody answered, so Nat peeped inside.
1 VJfZ9 AS'
Nat could mak sure of the voice, but h
didn't for Be held nja ear at the slatted door,
catching every word of Mr. Fozyjaw, who
yelled plenty loud.
"Hello! Hello! That you, Harrlgan? This
la Dorney. I've got Clayton. Neat job!
Trapped him allck aa goose grease! Sure
Mike! Bringing him to New Orleans on
the night train. Call off our men from
Florida and Texas. Order them back to
Washington," and a lot more bragging.
While Nat stood stupefied, with nothing
but scrambled brains in his head, he saw
the man who resembled Mr. Clayton stiffen
up and grin, as If something tickled him
mightily, then grip Dr. Humphreys by the'
arm and lead him away from the door to the
table.' The light now glowed upward Into his
face. Ugh! It waa Mr. Clayton. In th
flesh and blood Nat saw him distinctly,
shoulder to shoulder with Dr. Humphreys,
and looking powerful pleased aa he whis
pered, " That's exactly what I want them to
do to call off 'their men from Florida."
Still the doctor did not comprehend, but
shook bis head while Clayton kept saying,
"It's all right! It's all right After the
marshals go 111 tell you about It Now get
MaJ. Stark. I can't spare another minute."
The helloes and bragging at the phone
had stopped, and the major's cane now went
thumping along the hallway to the front
The oonstables were leaving, and Nat didnt
want to miss any part of the performance,
ro be sure of seeing everything, he rushed
out front and got hopelessly jumbled In his
mind by another Inspection of the man who
looked Ilk Mr. Clayton, sitting on th asm
rear seat while Mr. Foxyjaw was thanking
th major and bidding him good night
Just to show hla disgust old Stark kept
his back turned to th car, and If those
constables had tha wrong prisoner, nobody
could hold him responsible for not detecting
the error. H never once glanced at the
man. No such misgivings, ' however, en
tered the happy mind of Mr. Foxyjaw; the
prisoner fitted hla description to a Tee, and
was captured at hla own home, where
dozens of colored people Identified him. On
the strength of this Mr. Foxyjaw kept grin
ning more than a weasel ought to grin, as
he settled himself In the car, waved fare
well, and rolled away. Then Miss Barbara
sank down on the steps, looking powerful
low In her mind, and watched the disap-,
peering auto. Maj. Stark seemed glad to
' wash this dirt off his hands, and was about
to go Inside when Nat remembered to say:
"O, major, I nigh forgot Dr. Humphreys
say please come to his room right away,
suh right away."
"Very good," the major answered gruffly,
and turned into the hallway, while Nat made
private arrangements for a reconnaissance
at the doctor's window, to watch the fur fly
when Stark met Clayton. He had already
started, when Miss Barbara got in his way
and asked him:
"O, Uncle Nat why did you arrest Mr.
"Sh! Missy," the Negro edged nearer
and whispered. " Don't make no holler. But
dey ain't never 'rested him. Dat ain't Mister
"What! It Is he. The officer said so. I
recognized his hat and clothes."
"Egzactly, missy, egzactly. Dey done
'rested some breeches like his'n; but dem
ain't Mister Stuart's legs whafs in dem
"Are you crazy, Nat? I saw him."
, "All right 111 show him to you agin.
Come wld me."
The dusk was rapidly becoming night with
little danger of their being seen, when Nat
" That's why Pm dodging around th
Wood 1 1 That why I triehod my
beckoned for Miss Barbara to follow, and
ran stooping around th gallery to th side
steps. Th doctor door waa still closed,
but his light showed through the open win
dow. "Now, den, Miss Barbara," th excited
Negro' paused and pointed cautiously. "Jes
sneak easy, mighty easy, up to dat window
an see who you aee." .
So promptly bad they arrived that Bar
bara waa already tlptolng up th steps before
her father's stiff legged tread had com to a
halt at the Inner door to Dr. Humphrey's
room. Silently aa a shadow the girl passed
. along the gallery and crouched beneath the
window. Even before she lifted her head,
Barbara recognized the same vibrant voice
which once had said to her, "I know who
you can be Mrs. Stuart Clayton. Now he
was speaking steadily to Dr. Humphreys:
" Be patient doctor, I'll tell you both to
gether, when Maj. Stark comes In."
The girl's ears scarcely needed th cor- .
roboration of her eyes to be assured that
this waa the man whom aha had met at the
' lake. Than who could it be that th mar
shals war carrying away? Sh had no Urn
to apeeulate about him, for ah heard her
father knock and can, "Matt, did yon send
for me? 1
' "Tes." The physician unlocked hit door.
"Come in." i
The rotund major entered, and for the
first time since their memorable duel a Clay
ton, and. a Stark confronted each other
Clayton being a stranger of whose business
the,. Stark had no Information. So th
major merely bowed to recognise th pres
ence of an unknown visitor, and waited for
whatever Dr. Humphreys might say. 1
A sudden tightening clutched at Bar
bara's throat She saw that her father was
passionately angry, without guessing the
reason for hla wrath, that a scoundrel had
dared make advances to a married woman
beneath hla roof. It burned within him to
think that such Insolence had gone unpun
ished, but h did not connect this infamy
with th request from Dr. Humphreys.
Neither did the Innocent old doctor harbor
a suspicion that Bob Clayton's son had been
guilty of writing love .notes to Mrs. Razilly.
Being absorbed in his plan of pacification,
he failed to observe the major's warlike
mood, when by locking the solid door Into
the, hallway he suggested the privacy of
what he meant to communicate.
Not sine he was eleven years old had
Stuart Clayton come beneath this roof at .
Bennington; yet hurried and impatient
though he was, he betrayed no hint of awk-'
wardness aa be waited while Dr. Humphreys
considered how best to handle his dynamite.
' The doctor did not handle It at all; he merely
touched oft his charge and flung it down
with a bang.
" Ken, this young gentleman Is Stuart
"Clayton! Clayton! Preposterous!" the
major exploded. "Why, Matt the United
States marshal has Just left .this house with
Clayton ta handcuffs where he ought to
A thrill shot through Barbara as she saw
the young man wince, like a thoroughbred
flicked by the unaccustomed lash. He flushed
and rose stralghter as he spoke:
"I beg your pardon, Maj. Stark, but I
am Stuart Clayton."
The two men faced each other across the
table with a Ump between. Outside it waa
growing densely dark, and Barbara knelt
at the window as her father derided th
"Tou are not Clayton."
The interview took such a peculiar turn
thst Dr. Humphreys did not know how to,
proceed with his peace making, when old
Nat's bushy head thrust Itself through the
window, and the Negro yelled:
"Tas, he Is, major! Tas, be is! Show 'in
yo' scar, Mister Stuart Dat proves It"
: Although startled by Nat's unexpected ap
pearance, Clayton smiled and rolled up hla
sleeve, displaying on the right forearm the
identification which Maj. Stark could not
deny a ragged bullet hole. WeU did Stark
remember that night in camp when he him
self had sat for hours holding this uncom
plaining child until a surgeon could arrive
and dress his wound. This was what ho
remembered, and the agony of Its suspense
yet twitched at his lips; but h turned
savagely to the window and said:
; "Here, Natl Get away from there! ' Get
"Suttinly, suh. I'm gone, suh."
"' Beyond air question Nat waa gone, raising
more racket than 'a drove of mules as ho
scrambled down the steps, then stole back
immediately to resume his position beside
the noiseless Barbara.
Within the room young Clayton was read
justing his sleeve, while old Stark glow
ered upon him, and Dr. Humphreys asked
" Ken, do you ' admit now that this la
"Nothing to be proud of," the major
"Then go ahead, Stuart" his impatient
friend insisted, " and tell ut who was that
other man In the automobile?"
After a momentary hesitation Clayton
glanced from one to the other and Inquired:
" Gentlemen, have I your word not to re
peat what I say?"
Both men nodded, while 'the crouching and
breathless . Barbara could scarcely credit
what she heard.
" I came here from Salamanca on a mat
ter of life and death," Clayton began simply:
"which makes It imperative for me to re
Dr. Humphreys nodded approval, while
the younger man continued:
" I could not risk being detained, but the
secret service made every effort to stop me."
"Then you were dodging the officers?"
Maj. Stark burst out
"Tes, major," Clayton shamelessly con
fessed. " And to be sure of giving them the
slip I brought a comrade named Rafael
Qulxada, who resembles me to much that we
are frequently mistaken for each other. It
was Rate who suggested the strategem of
.letting the marshals arrest him and leave
me free to do our work. None of the tenants
. had seen me since I was a child, so Rate and
I came to Marmlon at night where Bart
Scurry exhibited him. dressed according to
th official description of myself, and gav
it out thst Mr. Clayton had com home."
"Dare now, Miss Barbara," Nst grunted
at th window, "I lot you so. Rsfe's d
teller what flung dst dollar."
" Sht Linen!" Sh wlenced him aa Clay,
ten went on.
"W planned that ear Negro should
Identify Raf whenever th officer cam for
me, and that's probably what happened an
' hour ago. Tou heard tba marshal call off
hla agents, and I must bow reach Salamanca
before they discover that Raf Is th wrong
Th Incredulous planter and th country
physician ttared at each other, amased by
th success of such an audacious schem.
' On th gallery oulsld Barbara choked her
xclamatlon, but Maj. Stark let his aston
ishment break loose.
."What? 'You tricked the United States
government and substituted another man
In your place?"
"And the officers arrested your proxy?"
"Perfectly true. Other men's lives hang
upon my freedom. Rafe may spend a few
weeks In Jail and got well paid for It"
It was Article One, Section One of 8tark's
constitution to detest all forms of subter
fuge; snd with Rasllly's wrong festering
In his mind the major glared straight at
Clayton, ready to believe that a man who
Intrigued with a married wpman would be
guilty of other abominable offenses. He was
In his most cantankerous temper, not Inclined
to fall upon Clayton's neck and wipe out
their ancient animosity. Blue fire glittered
from the angry planter's eyes and met Its
answering flash as Clayton controlled him'
self and turned to go.
" Walt, Stuart wait" the doctor begged.
, "No, doctor. I'm sorry, but we cannot
go through with It"
"Go through with what?" old Stark de
manded. "A personal affair," explained Dr. Hum
phreys, "that we expected to discuss with
" What affair?" The major braced himself
belligerently, and madelt plain that be pre
ferred to discuss nothing whatever with a
"Speak lower, Ken," the doctor warned
him. " Nobody must suspect that Mr. Clay
ton is in your bouse."
" How did be get Into my house?"
Every line In Clayton's face grew harsh
with resentment yet he Ignored the major's
tone and extended his hand to Dr. Hum
" Good-by, old friend; my horse Is waiting
and I must go." . ,
His mention of the stockingfoot caused
Uncle Nat to move nearer and whisper,
"Miss Barbara, he ain't got no hoss. Dat
stockln'foot done broke loose an' gone home."
The girl shook him off and paid no atten
tion,, for Maj. Stark seemed to be getting
madder as he spoke.
"Let the fellow go, Matt. Let him go be
fore I say something." The top of his bald
head grew redder and he was struggling
hard to hold his wrath, but Dr. Humphreys
never noticed that for he persisted:
"I've brought Mr. Clayton here to tell
you about Tom TandeU."
" Tom TandeU? Tom TandeU? What the
devil has he got to do with this mess? Young
man, is that all you can say for yourself?"
Angry as Clayton was, and hurried, he
turned back from the door. This waa hla ,
opportunity through Maj. Stark to Justify
himself in the eyes of Adelaide. .
' " Major," he glanced at his watch and spoke
; in a rush, "Tou remember CoL Thomas B.
' "Remember Tom TandeU? I ahould aay I
do. One night when we were holding the
line In front of Richmond, old Tom says to
The ex-confederate would have talked for
hours if Clayton had not stopped him.
"I have no time, sir. Pleas don't In
terrupt Listen." "
"Dammit, I am listening."
Neither friend nor enemy, blue 'nor gray,
;.' had ever dared break Into one of the major's
reminiscences. From sheer stupefaction he
dropped to the edge of a chair, with both
' hands crossed over the head ef his cane,
while Stuart Clayton stood before him, the
dark face flushed and black eyes glittering
as he told of TandeU, the soldier, the gentle
man, the builder the benefactor of his
father and himself, who did marvelous things
In a big way, until the Vulture of Salamanca
wanted to confiscate his fortune. .
The eager Dr. Humphreys leaned forward
and uttered nb sound for fear of checking
the swift hot flow of Clayton's words. The
boy seemed to grow even taller with indigna
tion at the wrongs of CoL TandeU, who had
been abducted from a public cafe and now
lay in a dungeon at El Jucaro, looking for
his friend to return with arms and rescue
Never had Barbara heard such a tale. Mo
tionless, she knelt and hung entranced upon
Clayton's vivid descriptions, as he denounced
- the tyranny that be meant to destroy.
" And by God's grace, Maj. Stark." the lad
finished, "I must get him out of there.
That's why I'm dodging about these woods. -That's
why I tricked my government Good
No storms of passion, nor blood lust nor
greed of gold ever came to ruffle their placid
Uvea at Bennington. Sometimes Barbara
read of such faraway fictions in lands of
cloak and dagger, but never believed. As
one who marvels at a prodigy, she heard
every syllable of Clayton's swift narration.
Things Uke that were now happening In the
world; he had aeea them; h was of them;
h had his part to play.
AnUoualy th girl' eye thlflad to her
father, and th major's npraalon astounded
her. II vould only think of on thing at
a lime; that not to Mra lustily must be gut
out of his head before snythlng la could
get In, and from the moment he knew this
to be Stuart Clayton, MJ. Stark conceived
of but a single affair to b discussed. Now
bs rait, himeelf to a mathematical per
pendicular and halted Clayton on bis a ty to
"Hold on, young msn. Is thiit all you
have to explain?"
"That's all. Good night, sir."
"No! Stop! Please Inform me whether
It was you or your prozy who wrote that
"Note!" The suddenness of It staggered
"Yes. to a married Isdy In my house -snd
sent It by a Negro."
"To Mrs. Razilly r the doctor ejaculated,
and by an angry nod Maj. Stark confirmed
Behind his smUe and back of his amia
bility the bearded physician carried both
teeth snd claws, snd he came near to show
ing them a he turned upon Clayton.
" Stuart," ourtly, " was that tha difference
you spoke of having with Mr. Razllly?"
"Why did you not tell me of writing a
note? Then I thould never have brought
At the first signal of danger old Nat drew
back to a aafer distance from the window
snd got ready to run, especially ss Dr.
Humphreys seemed to be also turning against
Mr. Stuart He saw that Clayton's face went
white, but he didn't look a bit scared, though
his voice came low and tense, as If each par
ticular syllable hurt him.
"Dr. Humphreys, you need be ashamed
of nothing I have done. Believe that Now
I'U answer Maj. Stark." Instead of retreat
ing he advanced a pace. " Tes, MaJ. Stark,
I sent a note to the lady whom I had asked
to become my wife. My attitude towards
her Is therefore clear. And I did not know
untU she told me that she was married. This
afternoon I came to Bennington in the hope
of meeting her and saying that I had loved
her in all honor and that she would be an
noyed by no further communications from
me. I now( make that statement to you,
MaJ. Stark. It Is my apology. That snds
the matter, sir. Understand me, that ends
it Now I must get my horse and ride."
Four people three white and one black
heard the major's outburst and Clayton's
silencing retort Momentarily the whites
stood dumb, while the wrought up Negro
"Mister Stuart you can't go no place.
You ain't got nary hoss."
"What!" Clayton sprang to the window.
"My sorrel's hitched at the graveyard."
1 " No, he alnt'," Nat contradicted flatly.
"Dat hoss dons broke loose and galloped
back todes Marmlon."
"Uncle Nat," Clayton seemed dazed and
helpless, " are you certain it was my horse?"
"Yas, suh. I knows yo' stockin-foot real
good. He's gone home."
As Clayton approached close to the win
dow, Barbara shrank away'and wondered at
the queer smile which now flickered across
his lips; for out of the garden or out of the'
void, from somewhere or from nowhere, he
caught again the same intangible breath of
new mown hay which must hereafter remind
him of her.. He smiled and the smile passed
as the dream had passed. Yet because of the
dream his- voice came softer as he turned
to the irreconcilable Stark and said: -
" Major, I must have, your car at one ta
go to Vlcksburg."
"You don't get it"
"I must have a car. 111 buy It or I'd
, steal your car to serve Col. Yandell."
"O! Tom TandeU!" With a visible effort
.the major jerked back his mind to something -he
had forgot " Take the car and go. Get
away from here. I'll order Seymour to bring
it around." "
Without conceding a nod, old Stark re
volved on his stiff lee and cane to go hob
bling out of the door, while Nat yeUed after
" Major, O major! Seymo's gone.,- Nobody
else can't drive dat car to Vicksburg 'cept-
ing Miss Barbara."
" Hush, Nat' " . Barbara puUed him down
and waited to hear what Dr. Humphreys was
saying, " Stuart I'm sorry. How much time
"None." He clenched his Hps. "I've
stayed too long." " ' , .
"Do you know the Vlcksburg road?"
"No. But I'U make It all right My God,
doctor, I've got to make it! "
Then Barbara hurried away from her win
dow and dragged old Nat into the yard.
" Uncle Nat" she whispered, " do precisely
what I say."
"Suttinly, Miss Barbara, suttinly."
" Call Mr. Clayton now. Tell him that his .
car is ready. Don't let father know, or even
Dr. Humphreys or anybody. Lead Mr. Clay
ton to the front gate. My car will be waiting
under the big tree."
"Egzactly, missy, egzactly. But Seymo'
ain't here, an' no other nigger"
' " Shut up! Do what I teU you! Put Mr.
Clayton on the back seat of the car and keep
your mouth shut If you tell a soul, those
officers might come back and catch Mr. Clay
. ton and hang him." ,
" Hang him! Hang him! Back seat? Mouf
shut? Egzactly, Miss Barbara, egzactly."
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