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But in the midst of his freedom, Harry suddenly realized
that his freedom was a death, and that he stood alone. Finally, at the
age of 47 or thereabouts, a happy but not harmless idea came to him from
which he often derived some amusement. He appointed his 50th birthday
as the day on which he might take leave of this world. Let happen to
him what might. He could bear any suffering saying to his pain, "Only
wait two years and I am your master."
[Wolf howls]
[Clock chiming]
And with this, he cherished the thought of the morning of
his 50th birthday.
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