I have tried and failed to find a single negative thing to say about it. She didn’t mention any of this to her mother. ‘I’m afraid Len and I must have made an awful mess yesterday. Something went wrong. She worked briskly and efficiently, taking her brush and pan from the drawing-room to the top of the stairs and making her way back down, a step at a time; after that she filled a bucket with water, fetched her kneeling-mat, and began to wash the hall floor. You work in assurance, I think you told us?’, ‘Me? ‘Now, have you everything you need? She gradually becomes more and more friendly with Lil, and it slowly becomes apparent that this is becoming a romantic interest. I’m not so sure about him.’, ‘Well, it’s a fine old house. Mr Barber is teasing.’, ‘I meant to save it all for tomorrow. It was cloudy when we came before.’, Frances joined her at last. Full content visible, double tap to read brief content. Help others learn more about this product by uploading a video! Oh, there’s nothing.’, He snatched the hand back. She said, in an attempt to match his tone, ‘Oh, I hear those fellows are over-rated. There’d be no character if they were.’, And there it was again, thought Frances: that niceness, that kindness, that touch of delicacy. Her stockings were black ones, blackest at the toe and at the heel, where the reinforcing of the silk had been done in fancy stepped panels. And in South London, in a genteel Camberwell villa—a large, silent house now bereft of brothers, husband, and even servants—life is about to be transformed as impoverished widow Mrs. Wray and her spinster daughter, Frances, are obliged to take in lodgers.With the arrival of Lilian and Leonard Barber, a modern young couple of the “clerk class,” the routines of the house will be shaken up in unexpected ways. Mrs Wray made notes for a parish newsletter. Len and I will be lost in it. The second half, as in an Ian McEwan novel, explores the aftermath of a shocking act of violence. Frances worked her way through a basket of mending with The Times on the arm of her chair. But she peered at the page again, and an answer must have come to her: she tried out the word, her lips moving along with her pencil. No children, though.’, Her mother’s tone changed slightly. ’ She began to yawn. Waters applies her superior skills as a period writer to great effect once again in this romance thriller. Paying Guests directed by Paritosh Painter is a comedy that's based on a premise so weak, you'll just about muster up a few chuckles; don't expect this film to make you laugh.Javed Jaffrey, Shreyas Talpade and Ashish Chaudhary play three Indian friends in Pattaya who lose their jobs at the same time and soon after find … Now she looked up through the banisters to see Mrs Barber just coming uncertainly down. Frances gave up on the puzzle. . She loves all that sort of thing. She left the door ajar for a moment while she lit her bedroom candle, and as she closed it she saw Mr Barber, puffing on his cigarette, looking across the landing at her; he smiled and moved away. It is about an upper-class woman called Frances who … Fifty-eight shillings: Frances could already hear the rustle of the pound notes and the slide and chink of the coins. ‘Yes, you get the best of the sun in this room. They no longer have servants, but Frances does all the work around the house, still they are falling further and further behind. What on earth had she done? ‘Well, as far as character goes, I fear this house might be rather too much of a good thing. Frances’s mother appeared at the drawing-room door. In her dressing-gown? The gloss would fade in about five minutes as the surface dried; but everything faded. An image sprang into her head: that round flesh, crimsoning in the heat. Somehow, Frances hoped she was. Readers of Waters’s previous novels know that she brings historical eras to life with consummate skill, rendering authentic details into layered portraits of particular times and places. She began the moment the front door closed, rolling up her sleeves, tying on an apron, covering her hair. Her mother did her genteel best with the weeding and the pruning. The widowed Mrs. Wray and her unmarried daughter, Frances, live in a formerly grand villa in an exclusive and high-class neighborhood of South London. Waters takes readers on a journey through the past — we begin reading late at night, only to find ourselves eyes-wide-open, completing the book in the early dawn… pining for her next thriller.”  —The Weekender “[A] pulse-pounder of a novel that feels…personal and raw…even while it delivers the genre goods…Waters remains a master of her genre, the historical novel rewritten as a dissection of the individual conscience… undeniably fascinating.” —The Chicago Tribune “The Paying Guests is a richly sensual and suspenseful historical novel — sleek and streamlined” —Columbus Dispatch "Clear your calendar for this transfixing book: You’ll want no interruptions. ‘Are you still at it, woman? I found the ending satisfying. Note: A copy of The Paying Guests was made available to me by the publisher for review consideration.. YOU GUYS. The landing light was turned up high, hissing away as if furious. The New York Times bestselling novel that has been called “a tour de force” (Wall Street Journal), “unputdownable” (The Washington Post), “a delicious hothouse of a novel” (USA Today), “effortless” (The Economist), “seductive” (Vanity Fair) and “pitch perfect” (Salon) “Superb, bewitching…Forget about Fifty Shades … She had a book in her lap, a little railway thing called Puzzles and Conundrums: she had been trying out answers to an acrostic. ‘You have to turn this tap, but not this one; you might blow us sky-high if you do. Raising her arms in a stretch, she looked around the shadowy room. Little successes in the kitchen. She’s come to complain about the noise.’, Her face fell. Dr. Eduardo Plarr, a local physician with his own ... Members save with free shipping everyday! She liked to smoke like this, naked in the cool sheets, with only the hot red tip of a cigarette to light her fingers in the dark. How was your day?’, He pulled at his stiff City collar. It was the sort of room she could remember from childhood visits to ailing great-aunts. ‘Puny,’ his wife had called him; but there was too much life in him for that. The lovely pier-glass had been draped slant-wise with a fringed Indian shawl. No, she wouldn’t think that! . Postwar novels As in the novels of Elizabeth Bowen and Elizabeth Taylor, Waters shows how the interwar period was a crossroads for women, with barriers of sex and class … The French were shooting Syrians, the Chinese were shooting each other, a peace conference in Dublin had come to nothing, there’d been new murders in Belfast . She spoke to Frances in a whisper. But if only, she thought, as she began to climb—she hadn’t thought it in ages—if only, if only she might turn the stair and find one of her brothers at the top—John Arthur, say, looking lean, looking bookish, looking like a whimsical monk in his brown Jaeger dressing-gown and Garden City sandals. Just thought I’d look in. The vicar’s son comes and mows the lawn for us. But at last the flow was cut off. The cigarette at the end of the day. weakness for drink, is kidnapped by Paraguayan revolutionaries who have mistaken him for the American ambassador. ‘Look out.’ He had seen Frances at the garden gate. Frances Wray, the protagonist of The Paying Guests, is a 26-year-old woman on the verge of spinsterhood living with her mother in a large house in Champion Hill, London, in 1922.Frances is intelligent and caring, putting others’ interests ahead of her own. It feels even bigger than it did last time. Her father has died, leaving Frances and her mother to live as best they can in the large family home. . ★ 2014-07-16An exquisitely tuned exploration of class in post-Edwardian Britain—with really hot sex. They bathed, at most, once a week, frequently taking turns with the same bathwater. Frances and her mother sat with books at the French windows, ready to eke out the last of the daylight—having got used, in the past few years, to making little economies like that. Frances herself had varnished the wallpaper; she had stained the floor here, rather than waxing it. The Paying Guests is the apotheosis of her talent…. The unoccupied half of bed beside her was flat as an ironing-board. Frances hesitated too. Perhaps she had been standing just inside it, getting up the enthusiasm to come out. Please try again. As life-and-death questions are answered, new ones come up, and until the last page, the reader will have no idea what's going to happen. It would be three or four months—August or September at the earliest, she reckoned—before their rent would show itself in the family bank account as clear profit. And their house is—well, not like this one.’ She crossed to the left-hand window—the window at which Frances had been standing a few minutes before—and put up a hand to shade her eyes. I ought to have shown you, I suppose.’, He said helpfully, ‘Show me now, if you like.’, ‘Well, my mother’s trying to sleep. I shall be just downstairs if there’s any sort of problem. But there was something to his manner, something vaguely unsettling. I see there are quite a few 3, 2 and 1 star reviews, with various reasons given, and all I can say is that those reviewers just didn't get it. With a determined smile she went closer to the van, wanting to help. Gissing hims… The sun!’ She dropped her hand. The driver was helping them, a young man dressed almost identically to Mr Barber in a blazer and a striped neck-tie, and with a similarly narrow face and ungreased, week-endy hair, so that for a moment Frances was uncertain which of the two wasMr Barber. ‘You mustn’t think of it, Miss Wray.’. Rabbit’s foot, aren’t they?’, Mrs Barber manoeuvred her tray and her hold-all so as to be able to offer her hand. She could beat and beat a rug or a cushion, and still it would come. Most of her chores, inevitably, were more mundane. ‘Here you are, then,’ she said, joining the three of them on the pavement. Mrs Barber smiled, showing neat white teeth. Reviewed in the United States on October 11, 2015. . Gabriela Garcia on The Bell Jar, The Argonauts, and The Paying Guests 13 rapid-fire book recs from the author of Of Women and Salt. Something light was dropped or thrown and went skittering across the boards. Very disappointing ending. Sarah Waters hasn’t released a new book since 2009, and The Paying Guests was worth every day of the wait. Once his laughter had faded she assumed that he would move on. It’s your house too, now.’, Mrs Barber’s shoulders rose; she bit her lip and raised her eyebrows in a pantomime of excitement. They seem pleased with the house, don’t you think?’ She had lowered her voice. Crossing the flagged front garden she heard their excited, unguarded voices. Cleverly done and like her other books, Waters leaves a fairly open ending. Her mother was involved in the running of two or three local charities: she asked after those. Her brothers were killed in the war and her father died following disastrous investments, leaving them unable to maintain the house or keep servants. They have fallen on hard times financially following the death of Mr. Wray and the discovery that the had totally mismanaged and lost any fortunes they may have had. ‘That’s something, isn’t it?’, Frances answered in the same almost furtive tone. . ‘Oh, yes, of course,’ said Mrs Barber. Her mother spent Monday mornings seeing to bits of parish business with the local vicar, and Frances could ‘do’ the entire ground floor in her absence. As far as Frances was concerned, gardening was simply open-air housework; she had enough of that already. Waters keeps getting better, if that's even possible after the sheer perfection of her earlier novels. But as Frances observes the tensions in the Barbers’ marriage and develops a sexual attraction for the beautiful Lily, who soon reciprocates her love, a fraught and dangerous situation develops. My mother and I don’t usually light it during the day. They stood close together for a moment, Mrs Barber with her face an inch from the window, her breath misting the glass. But the novel is really about tiny changes in feeling, often evoked in gorgeous simile.” —The New Yorker “One of the greatest modern novelists… As in every Waters novel you will be hooked within a page… The Paying Guests reminds us of every great novel we’ve gasped or winced at, or loudly urged the protagonists through, and it does not relent… She can, it seems, do everything: the madness of love; the squalor of desire; the coexistence of devotion and annoyance; ‘the tangle of it all’… At her greatest, Waters transcends genre…The Paying Guests is the apotheosis of her talent…. I am sorry, Mrs Barber.’ She gazed right round the room, at the stone sink, the copper in the corner, the mortuary tiles on the wall. She felt herself blush, as if caught out. Reviewed in the United States on October 13, 2016. So the furniture remained, which meant that several times a week she had to go scuttling around like a crab, rubbing her duster over the barleytwist curves of wonky table-legs and the scrolls and lozenges of rough-hewn chairs. That’s clever, Miss Wray. If you can manage without a maid, why shouldn’t I? You hear every creak in the floor and you sense how very crowded the rooms suddenly feel — and that something terrible is about to happen… Waters’ writing is a pleasure” —Seattle Times “Hard to put down. I thought the characters were interesting, but the ending was disappointing and left me feeling “this isn’t right”. Once, in sheer frustration, she had snapped off the head of one of the apple-cheeked Staffordshire figures: it still sat a little crookedly, from where she had hurriedly glued it back on. Little do the Wrays know just how profoundly their new tenants will alter the course of Frances’s life—or, as passions mount and frustration gathers, how far-reaching, and how devastating, the disturbances will be.Short-listed for the Man Booker Prize three times, Sarah Waters has earned a reputation as one of our greatest writers of historical fiction, and here she has delivered again. Would the three of them have to meet, exchange pleasantries, every night? March 29, 2021 By Book Marks. the corrupt “Papa Doc” and the Tontons Macoute, his sinister secret police. And then, because all this time she’d been able to smell Mr Barber’s cigarette and the scent was making her restless, she opened the drawer of her nightstand and brought out a packet of papers and a tin of tobacco. You’ve your own rooms to care for. If The Paying Guests is any indication, it will be a good investment, if I ever get around to reading them. (Sept.), Praise for The Paying Guests Named a Best or Notable Book of 2014 by the New York Times, the Washington Post, NPR, Slate, Entertainment Weekly, People, the San Francisco Chronicle, NPR Fresh Air, Refinery 29, The St. Louis Post-Dispatch, The Seattle Times, The Kansas City Star, The Millions, The Vancouver Sun, The Guardian, The Telegraph, Barnes & Noble, Hudson Booksellers, AARP, Kirkus Reviews, Pop Sugar, Publisher's Lunch, and BookPage "Awesome, full-bodied novel. She’d expected a carrier’s cart, or even for the couple to arrive on foot—but, yes, the van was pulling up at the kerb, with a terrific creak of its brake, and now she could see the faces in its cabin, dipped and gazing up at hers: the driver’s and Mr Barber’s, with Mrs Barber’s in between. longer finds meaning in art or pleasure in life. It was as if a giant mouth had sucked a bag of boiled sweets and then given the house a lick. The Paying Guests deals with entirely different socioeconomic circumstances than the lush period TV series, but it too peeks under the facade and bedsheets of propriety. What indeed? Things—well, they oughtn’t always to be modern. A print on one of the walls appeared to be a Classical nude in the Lord Leighton manner. ‘What pretty plants. As she greeted Frances she tucked back a sleep-flattened curl of hair and said shyly, ‘I wondered if I might have a bath.’, ‘But not if it’s a trouble. I should have said last night. The young couple seem not to have an ideal marriage and Frances hears raised voices from time to time. When an innocent man is arrested for the women’s crime, they face a terrible moral crisis, marked by guilt, shame, and fear. She’d absorbed his manner, his ‘theme’—that facetious grumbling—rather than anything more tangible, more physical. ‘It might be Noel or John Arthur up there,’ she murmured, as the light went down. After viewing product detail pages, look here to find an easy way to navigate back to pages you are interested in. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘you’d better come in. ‘Ought we to drink with them, do you think?’. ‘Ever thought of cucumbers, Miss Wray?’. Tonight, of course, the room was not quite dark: light was leaking in from the landing, a thin bright pool of it beneath her door. Can you see? Brown the hotelier, Smith the innocent American, and Jones the confidence man—these are ... An exploration of love and its excesses, missteps, and modest triumphs, from the Booker Prize-winning ... An exploration of love and its excesses, missteps, and modest triumphs, from the Booker Prize-winning Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date. And she went from there to the last of the rooms, the small back room facing Frances’s bedroom across the return of the landing and the stairs—the room which Frances and her mother still called Nelly and Mabel’s room, even though they hadn’t had Nelly, Mabel, or any other live-in servant since the munitions factories had finally lured them away in 1916. ‘You sound like St Peter.’, ‘St Peter!’ He laughed. The book has you in thrall. Little pleasures like this. 图书The Paying Guests 介绍、书评、论坛及推荐 . Francis’s mother was so convincing as a character of her time and Francis herself appears to have given in and is just trying to get along with her mother having already shocked her years previously as a result of a lesbian love affair that doesn’t work out due to Francis’s own choice. She tried to arrange her features into a businesslike expression as she took the envelope from Mrs Barber’s hand, and she tucked it in her pocket in a negligent sort of way—as if anyone, she thought, could possibly be deceived into thinking that the money was a mere formality, and not the essence, the shabby heart and kernel, of the whole affair. 'It's like she's saying, hey dudes, this is how you do it.' She could hardly believe that there was. The other man was fairer. It’s a house with a history, isn’t it? ‘Yes. The Paying Guests was the last thing I read in 2014. Mrs Barber came after her, stepping carefully up into the porch. ‘It’s no trouble. But now she recalled his gingery moustache, the reddish gold of his hair. She saw the two men give him a nod, and heard their voices: ‘How do you do?’ He hesitated, unable to place them—perhaps thrown by the stripes on their ‘club’ ties. With an awkward ‘Well, good night,’ she let herself into her room. And it's just as melodramatic. And now here was Mr Lamb from High Croft further down the hill, pausing as he passed to blink at the stuffed suitcases, the blistered tin trunks, the bags, the baskets and the rugs that Mr Barber and Mr Wismuth, for convenience, were piling on the low brick garden wall. She said awkwardly, ‘Well, if you’ve everything you need, I’ll see how your tea’s coming along. You have to go nearer to the glass . Frances remembered that mouth now: it was a mouth, as she’d put it to herself, that seemed to have more on the outside than on the in. Besides, you’d be amazed what a whiz I can be with a mop.—Here, let me help.’. Not just that no one heats up the cauliflower cheese in a microwave or sends a text message, but that the story appears not merely to be about the novel's time but to have been written by someone living in that time, thumping out the whole thing on a manual typewriter. The Paying Guest is a satirical novella by George Gissing, first published in 1895 by Cassell, as part of their Pocket Library series. She had—what did she have? Her room, you know, is just at the bottom of the stairs—’, ‘I will. Were biscuits absolutely necessary? Our protagonist, Frances Wray, is shockingly unmarried and living a dreary existence with her mother. There was a problem loading your book clubs. Reviewed in the United States on April 15, 2019. Mrs Barber had begun to smile at last. I was absorbed by them. She filled her bowl with water, ran a flannel over her face, around her neck and under her arms; she cleaned her teeth, rubbed Vaseline into her cheeks and ruined hands. What were they doing out there now? Yes, she said, and he jerked his head towards the window. Waters describes her as beautiful, though she does … A movement at the turn of the staircase made her start. Mrs Barber was reaching for his hand. She tittered in embarrassment: ‘Oh, dear!’. Like something Virginia Woolf might have written if she’d been racier” —People “You open The Paying Guests and immediately surrender to the smooth assuredness of Sarah Waters’s silken prose... You cannot choose but read. A love story, a tension-filled crime story, and a beautifully atmospheric portrait of a fascinating time and place, The Paying Guests is Sarah Waters’s finest achievement yet. You’re sure?’, ‘Quite sure. What were the rules? Global warming, a major concern in the modern world, is primarily induced my individual actions as much as it is stimulated by large scale parties such as factories and other production entities. They came grimacing with apology; Frances apologised, too. I enjoyed it immensely, it was such fun to read. I remember when your father and I first came here, we were just the same. ‘Are they still unpacking their things? I definitely recommend this book to anyone who enjoys English mysteries and psychological thrillers. Come and see the sun! The Paying Guests demonstrates the writerly qualities for which Waters is esteemed, proving as 'fantastically moody and resonant', in terms of the rendering of domestic space, as a novel the author herself described as such and which she once said she would like to have written: Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca She didn’t feel like that today. Blimey O’Reilly!’, She gave Frances a smile. A satin one, too. In a provincial Argentinean town, Charley Fortnum, a British consul with dubious authority and a It recounts the experiences of the Mumfords, a middle-class family who invite a "paying guest" into their home to supplement their income. It had a bleached wooden cover, used by Frances as a draining-board; with a practised movement she lifted this free and set it against the wall. Collect all six and devour them with the same feverish abandon of the lovers who can be found between their covers…[The Paying Guests]  is no romance novel or mere thriller, but a well-wrought, closely observed drama of a tumultuous period in British history… Herein lies the deliciousness of this book, and the others Waters has written: As much as Frances longs to give her heart to someone who will cherish it, we can never be sure, when she opens the final door, whether she will find the lady or the gallows.” — St. Louis Post-Dispatch “The new Sarah Waters novel, which finds the author at the height of her powers, weaves her characteristic threads of historical melodrama, lesbian romance, class tension, and sinister doings into a fabric of fictional delight that alternately has the reader flipping pages as quickly as possible, to find out what happens next, and hesitating to turn the page, for fear of what will happen next.” —Boston Globe “A gold mine of period detail, from class snobbery to sex – but with a timeless urgency when it comes to love.” —Vogue “A beautiful and turbulent novel about the complexity, and often futility, of personal and social change… Waters has not only crafted a vivid portrait of class dissolution in post-WWI London, but also a look at the achingly human need for a sense of purpose and, if we’re lucky, a little intimacy.” —A.V. He asked if the mint had come from the garden. This is a beautifully written, delicately nuanced book. Whatever she was doing, her silence lasted right through tea-time. Seeing Mrs Barber, a tray of houseplants in her arms, awkwardly hooking her wrist through the handle of a raffia hold-all, she said, ‘Let me take that bag for you, at least.’. Horatio Bottomley was off to the Old Bailey for swindling the public out of a quarter of a million. She pushed away from the window and went downstairs, calling as brightly as she could from the hall into the drawing-room, ‘They’ve arrived, Mother!’. ‘Well, and how are you, Miss Wray?’ he asked, when he was back in the kitchen. She quickly cut the whistle off, but it was as though he’d left a stubborn odour behind him: do what she could, the wretched song kept floating back into her head all evening long. Enter Lilian and Leonard Barber (Lil and Len), a young couple several years younger than Lilian. All it really lacked, she thought, was the whiff of a commode, and the little bell for summoning the whiskery spinster daughter. He might have guessed that her brothers—But, of course, he knew nothing about her brothers, she reminded herself, even though he and his wife were sleeping in their old room. She brought back a creased brown envelope. How pleasing each glossy tile was. “Some things are so frightful that a bit of madness is the only sane response. The Paying Guests is so great! It was amazing, in fact, she reflected, as she repositioned her mat and bucket and started on a new stretch of tile, it was astonishing how satisfactorily the business could be taken care of, even in the middle of the day, even with her mother in the house, simply by slipping up to her bedroom for an odd few minutes, perhaps as a break between peeling parsnips or while waiting for dough to rise—. There was an error retrieving your Wish Lists. They advertise for lodgers, whose rent will enable them to pay their food bills, if not to improve the house. You and your mother don’t take care of it all by yourselves, do you?’, ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘we call in a man in for the heavier jobs when—’ When we can run to it, she thought. Awkwardly, she turned the inky pages. But—’ She spoke less flippantly. The mantelpiece had two silver candlesticks on it and nothing else. ‘I’m only making things look nice.’, ‘Well, poor Miss Wray wants to go to bed. The wicker birdcage twirled slowly on a ribbon from a hook that had been screwed into the ceiling; inside it was a silk-and-feather parrot on a papier-mâché perch. Frances is in her late 20's and is unmarried, which in that day and time classified her as a "spinster". We’ve only had our bedroom really, you see, at his parents’. The grand houses opposite had a Sunday blankness to them—but then, they had that every day of the week. Waters’ prose is…effortless to read…[A]  beautifully evoked story, rich with period detail.”  —The Economist “An entirely believable piece of social commentary that nevertheless expertly undermines the damning, short-sighted, and narrow-minded strictures of the period it sets out to elucidate.” —The Daily Beast “The awkwardness of sharing a house with strangers jumps off the page. It’s really left to your own imagination. It seemed to her that, as he left the kitchen, he was smiling. “I barely knew I had skin before I met you.”. ‘Oh, Miss Wray, I’m so sorry!’, Frances said quickly, ‘You haven’t been noisy at all. But with each encounter, her confidence wobbled a little more. Enter your mobile number or email address below and we'll send you a link to download the free Kindle App. The reader does not so much read about the villa on Champion Hill as inhabit it…But The Paying Guests is no study of manners…It is grisly, graphic and utterly gripping…impeccably well written…rich in intelligence, and emotionally profound. . The Paying Guests, Sarah Waters' superb, bewitching new novel, is set in 1922 London. Perhaps, like Frances, in desperate need of a cigarette.” — USA Today “Waters turns to the 1920s and delivers what feels like three novels for the price of one…a meticulously observed comedy of awkward manners … a story of torrid, forbidden trysts conducted behind a facade of conventional feminine respectability…[and] a tense tale of crime, mystery and suspense that culminates in a nail-biting courtroom drama…Exceedingly difficult to put down, The Paying Guests should scratch the same big-novel itch that Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch satisfied last year.” —Salon“Waters is so good about writing about women taking note of other women… I felt deeply moved and nerve-wracked by the secrecy that the women endure as lovers of their era, and I believed in their passion, which is often vivid and tautly observed… Her novel is lived-in, erotic…witty, emotional, and suspenseful…and all of that is in the service of authentic human drama… [The Paying Guests is] deep and unusual in the lives it explores and the terrain of love, desire, domesticity, and treachery it illuminates.” —Meg Wolitzer, The Morning News  “If you haven’t already embraced the novels of Sarah Waters, now is the moment. 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