Pierre Narval:
[Going out the door]
Good night, Rose.
Rose:
[Pleading]
Then have pity on me. I thought we were going to be so happy.
Pierre Narval:
Happy? With me? Look, Rose, find someone who isn't sick. The ground's covered with them, but I don't belong on the ground.
[Leaves]
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