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At one meeting there was a bumptious-looking man, with a bald head, whom I remember. He took up his position just over the clock in the gallery. He listened critically, talked a good deal, and made remarks. I began to speak straight at him, without looking at him, and quite suddenly I saw him, as I spoke of our men at the war, cover his face and burst into tears.
After Uncle Eb and Aunt Jamsiah had gone to bed and while the curly head of Scout Harris was reposing in sweet oblivion upon his pillow, Pepsy crept cautiously down the squeaky, boxed-in stairs and paused, in suspense, in the kitchen. The ticking of the big clock there seemed very loud, almost accusing, and Pepsy's heart seemed to keep time with it as it thumped in her little breast.
"Is it a good deal?" said I, simply; for, after all, five hundred dollars did not seem such an Arabian fortune. "Yes, Del, a good deal. Whichever way it is decided, it will make my fortune. And now the other thing. You are sure you are very calm, and all this won't make you sleepless?" "Oh, no! I am calm as a clock." "Well, then, your Aunt Allen is dead." "Dead! Is she?
I don't know how long I slept, but I awakened to hear voices angry voices, my father's and another, which I did not recognize. I got up and by the night-light I saw that the hands of the little clock on my dresser pointed to nearly three o'clock.
A man turned in from the drive, and sauntered toward them. "There's my relief," said Porter. "Hello, Kelmsley." "Hello," replied the newcomer. "Just wait till I punch the clock," said Porter to Orme. "Punch the clock? Oh, I see; the government times you." "Yes."
We looked it all over, my wife and I, and decided it had not been long off the shelf. A pretty good haul for a poor man like me, and if the police " But here he was cut short again by an important question: "There is a clock but a short distance from the place where you stopped. Did you notice what time it was when you drove away?" "Yes, sir. I don't know why I remember it, but I do.
It was no highland town scarce one within it could speak the highland tongue, yet down from its high streets on the fitful air of the morning now floated intermittently the sound of bagpipes borne winding from street to street, and loud blown to wake the sleeping inhabitants and let them know that it was now six of the clock.
is by no means inconceivable that in lands where opinion is now free coercion might be introduced. Nevertheless, while it would be silly to suppose that attempts may not be made in the future to put back the clock, liberty is in a far more favourable position now than under the Roman Empire.
The peace of the Sabbath was upon the world; and the house was very still. Suddenly with a "click" and a "whirr-rr," the doors of the little carved clock on the wall new open and a cuckoo came out and piped ten warning notes. "Goodness," cried Anne, and shut her book with a bang, "it is almost church time, and we aren't dressed." But Judy did not move.
You will find that by to-morrow morning I shall have a second message from Vienna. All the same, I am not sure that I shall go." There was a ring at the bell. Norgate started, and Anna looked at the clock. "Who is that?" she asked. "Do you see the time?" Norgate moved to the door and threw it open. A waiter stood there. "What do you want?" demanded Norgate. The man pointed to the indicator.
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