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He
sounded
so
miserable
that
Sophie
felt
quite
sorry
for
him
.
Now
his
hair
was
dry
She
noticed
guiltily
,
it
really
was
almost
pink
.
“
She
’
s
the
most
beautiful
girl
there
ever
was
in
these
parts
,
”
Howl
went
on
mournfully
.
“
I
love
her
so
dearly
,
but
she
scorns
my
deep
devotion
and
gets
sorry
for
another
fellow
.
How
can
she
have
another
fellow
after
all
this
attention
I
’
ve
given
her
?
They
usually
get
rid
of
the
other
fellows
as
soon
as
I
come
along
.
”
Sophie
’
s
sympathy
shrank
quite
sharply
.
It
occurred
to
her
that
if
Howl
could
cover
himself
with
green
slime
so
easily
,
then
he
could
just
as
easily
turn
his
hair
the
proper
color
.
“
Then
why
don
’
t
you
feed
the
girl
a
love
potion
and
get
it
over
with
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
That
’
s
not
playing
the
game
.
That
would
spoil
all
the
fun
.
”
Sophie
’
s
sympathy
shrank
again
.
A
game
,
was
it
?
“
Don
’
t
you
ever
give
a
thought
for
the
poor
girl
?
”
she
snapped
.
Howl
finished
the
milk
and
gazed
into
the
mug
with
a
sentimental
smile
.
“
I
think
of
her
all
the
time
,
”
he
said
.
“
Lovely
,
lovely
Lettie
Hatter
.
”
Sophie
’
s
sympathy
went
for
good
,
with
a
sharp
bang
.
A
good
deal
of
anxiety
took
its
place
.
Oh
,
Martha
!
she
thought
.
You
have
been
busy
!
So
it
wasn
’
t
anyone
in
Cesari
’
s
you
were
talking
about
!
Only
a
particularly
bad
attack
of
aches
and
pains
prevented
Sophie
from
setting
out
for
Market
Chipping
that
evening
.
But
the
drizzle
in
Porthaven
had
gotten
into
her
bones
.
She
lay
in
her
cubbyhole
and
ached
and
worried
about
Martha
.
It
might
not
be
so
bad
,
she
thought
.
She
only
had
to
tell
Martha
that
the
suitor
she
was
not
sure
about
was
none
other
than
Wizard
Howl
.
That
would
scare
Martha
off
.
And
she
would
tell
Martha
that
the
way
to
scare
Howl
off
was
to
announce
that
she
was
in
love
with
him
,
and
then
perhaps
to
threaten
him
with
aunts
.
Sophie
was
still
creaking
when
she
got
up
next
morning
.
“
Curse
the
Witch
of
the
Waste
!
”
she
muttered
to
her
stick
as
she
got
it
out
,
ready
to
leave
.
She
could
hear
Howl
singing
in
the
bathroom
as
if
he
had
never
had
a
tantrum
in
his
life
.
She
tiptoed
to
the
door
as
fast
as
she
could
hobble
.
