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Updated: May 11, 2025
Nothing could be heard but the tick-tack of the clock, and the sound of the turning pages, as Paula, in spite of her tears, looked for the desired words. "Here it is," she said at last, smiling in spite of her emotion. "See, uncle, here you are, at the fifth chapter of Acts, verse 29."
The only sound breaking the stillness of the shadowy chamber was the merciless, incessant tick-tack of the timepiece. Hope departed with every second. In the bright disc of light cast by the lamp, Jeanne lay stretched among the disordered bedclothes, with limbs of waxen pallor.
'Proud and subservient, proud and subservient, I know you, he retorted dryly. 'Proud and subservient, then subservient to the proud I know you and your love. It is a tick-tack, tick-tack, a dance of opposites. 'Are you sure? she mocked wickedly, 'what my love is? 'Yes, I am, he retorted. 'So cocksure! she said. 'How can anybody ever be right, who is so cocksure? It shows you are wrong.
Here, young man, you tick-tack 'em that I want toys children's toys to use up one hundred plunks I want 'em on Number Three and if they don't arrive I will. I will arrive in their little old toy-shop and play with them till they holler for ma. Tell 'em I never felt more impatient in my life than I am this minute, and that I'm getting more so per each and every clock tick.
"You hear nothing?" she whispered to him with an effort. "A tick-tack?" "No, I hear nothing." "You know like the tick-tack of a clock. Listen." "How can you hear the tick-tack? I've noticed that no clocks are running here." "Don't you understand? It is so that we shall be able to hear the tick-tack better." "Oh, yes, I understand. But I do not hear anything."
But down at the farm all was strangely quiet, in spite of the children's voices; and at night the quietness positively kept him awake, listening to the pur-r of the pigeons in their cote against the house-wall, thinking of his grandmother awake at home and harkening to the tick-tack of her tall clock.
Select a dark night and the window of the person whose nerves you wish to disturb. Then sneak up, and fasten the fish-hook to one of the cross pieces of the window. Then go to the end of your line, and hide behind a wagon or a post. Pull your string, and "tick-tack" goes the stone on the window. Wong Lee took it all in good part. He had been a boy once, himself, away off in China.
On my way up to the top flat, where the chimes were played, I had to pass through the vault in which the great pendulum was slowly swinging in its ghostly-like tick-tack, tick-tack; while the great ancient clock was keeping time with its sudden and startling movement. The whole scene was almost as uncanny as the witches' cell underneath. There was also a wild rumbling thumping sound overhead.
A tall old clock in the lobby, whose pendulum swung so slowly that at first he had never realised its presence, at last took advantage of the silence and swung itself into his notice with a tick-tack.
If he sees her candle lit, he will give the alarm." "How?" asked Nettie. "We'll rig a 'tick-tack' you know what I mean?" "Oh, don't I!" giggled Heavy. "Roberto can pull the string below, and that will make a tick-tack rap on Nettie's window." "Splendid!" cried the giver of the feast. "You just see if he will do it, Miss Fielding. And I'll give him a dollar or more, if he wants it."
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