Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle.
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