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(muttering as Ann follows him in)

LESTER (V.O.)And the way I felt when Angela first smiled at me...

Thornton did not reply. He did not know what to say. He glanced from face to face in the absent way of a man who has lost the power of thought and is seeking somewhere to find the thing that will start it going again. The face of Jim O'Brien, a Mastodon king and old-time comrade, caught his eyes. It was a cue to him, seeming to rouse him to do what he would never have dreamed of doing.

� The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.

`How many times have I told you to tell me at once?'

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It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. Harry got to his feet to face them. Mr. Crouch's face was taut with rage.