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"She's like that. She's the strangest mixture of reserve and rashness you ever saw." "No, she isn't. Because they're all the strangest mixture except of course your esteemed mother, who we all agree is perfect. Anything else I can do for you to-night?" "You might tell me how you did find out about the church-clock." "With pleasure. The explanation will surprise you.
Pipa curtsied in silence, and closed the marchesa's door. Midnight had struck from the church-clock at Corellia. The strokes seemed to come slower by night than day, and sounded hollower. Hours ago the last light had gone out. The moon had set behind the cleft summits of La Pagna. Distant thunder had died away among the rocks. The night was close and still.
When they sent me away at last I returned to the garage down West, and so to my bed, but not to sleep. It must have been three o'clock of the morning by this time, and I lay until I heard some noisy church-clock striking seven, when I determined to stop there tossing about no longer, but to get up and read the morning papers.
You can see a piece of the church-clock, through the chimneys, and almost tell the time; mother says it would be just the thing for you, and so it would, and you'd have her to wait upon you both, and me to run of errands. We don't mean money, bless you; you're not to think of that! Will you try him, Miss Nell? Only say you'll try him.
In it seemed to be summed up his trouble of the afternoon, his suspense and irritation of the later hours. It was as if he had suddenly found a formula for them, and, as he stated it, he was dumbfounded by its far-reaching significance. A church-clock pealed a single stroke. "Oh, yes, perhaps," said Louise, in a low voice. She could not rouse herself to a very keen interest in his feelings.
The gloomy wall of the palace cast a shadow that reached to the well. Just as he entered, a church-clock across the rio struck the hour on a cracked bell. "My friend has gone in she is afraid of the night air," Miss Barton explained. "Perhaps she is afraid of ghosts," she added, as the young man stood silent by her side. "An old doge killed his wife and her children here, some centuries ago.
It made her brain swim to think of Upton, and the old neighbors going about the streets on their daily business, and the church-clock striking out the hours; and the sun rising and setting, and the days passing by, and she not there. It felt all a dream to her; an odd, inexplicable, endless dream, which never could become as real as the old days had been.
"Until then, you must say nothing about it, dear mother, but tell father I wished to be alone in my chamber till the wedding-hour. Good-by until then." She imprinted a kiss on her mother's lips, and hastened into the yard. The door was closed softly. At this moment the church-clock struck two. Eliza glided noiselessly across the yard toward the large ladder leaning against the stable.
François drew a mass-book from his pocket and finding the Lord's Prayer, "Look," he said as he pointed to the words, Fiat voluntas tua in terra ut in coelo. A few minutes after the church-clock struck nine, and by a common impulse all the population of the market-place hurried simultaneously toward the town-hall.
But she did make a full confession. She's mixed up in the clock-striking business." "The what business?" "The striking of the church-clock. You know it's stopped striking since last night, under the wise dispensation of heaven." As he made this perfectly simple announcement, Mr. Prohack observed a sudden change in his wife's countenance.
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