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HARRY: Home at last, weighed down by sadness and
despair. When I think of tomorrow's appointment at the Cecil Bar, I
think with bitterness not only of myself but of Hermine, too. For all
her kind intentions, she should have let me perish instead of sweeping
me into this frivolity where I shall never be anything but an alien, and
where the best in me is demoralized and lowered.
[Maria sighing]
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