'It was in an old church in a certain desolate sea-forsaken town, I said. 'The pendulum of the clock a huge, long, heavy, slow thing hangs far down into the church, and goes swing, swang over your head, three or four seconds to every swing. When you have heard the tic, your heart grows faint every time between waiting for the tac, which seems as if it would never come.
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