” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. gutenberg.
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