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"
Myrtle
,
"
Harry
said
slowly
,
"
how
am
I
supposed
to
breathe
?
"
At
this
,
Myrtle
's
eyes
filled
with
sudden
tears
again
.
"
Tactless
!
"
she
muttered
,
groping
in
her
robes
for
a
handkerchief
.
"
What
's
tactless
?
"
said
Harry
,
bewildered
.
"
Talking
about
breathing
in
front
of
me
!
"
she
said
shrilly
,
and
her
voice
echoed
loudly
around
the
bathroom
.
"
When
I
ca
n't
...
when
I
have
n't
...
not
for
ages
...
"
She
buried
her
face
in
her
handkerchief
and
sniffed
loudly
.
Harry
remembered
how
touchy
Myrtle
had
always
been
about
being
dead
,
but
none
of
the
other
ghosts
he
knew
made
such
a
fuss
about
it
.
"
Sorry
,
"
he
said
impatiently
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
-
I
just
forgot
...
"
"
Oh
yes
,
very
easy
to
forget
Myrtle
's
dead
,
"
said
Myrtle
,
gulping
,
looking
at
him
out
of
swollen
eyes
.
"
Nobody
missed
me
even
when
I
was
alive
.
Took
them
hours
and
hours
to
find
my
body
-
I
know
,
I
was
sitting
there
waiting
for
them
.
Olive
Hornby
came
into
the
bathroom
-
Are
you
in
here
again
,
sulking
,
Myrtle
?
'
she
said
,
'
because
Professor
Dippet
asked
me
to
look
for
you
-
'
And
then
she
saw
my
body
...
ooooh
,
she
did
n't
forget
it
until
her
dying
day
,
I
made
sure
of
that
...
followed
her
around
and
reminded
her
,
I
did
.
I
remember
at
her
brother
's
wedding
-
"
But
Harry
was
n't
listening
;
he
was
thinking
about
the
merpeople
's
song
again
.
"
We
've
taken
what
you
II
sorely
miss
.
"
That
sounded
as
though
they
were
going
to
steal
something
of
his
,
something
he
had
to
get
back
.
What
were
they
going
to
take
?
