Mr. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. "Don't disturb yourself," continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the rebuke. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it.
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