Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 13, 2025
Adolph put the percussion cap in its place and started the mechanism. For a few moments its quiet tick-tick was the only sound heard in the room, the two bound men staring with wide-open eyes at the dial of the clock, while the whole horror of their position slowly broke upon them. Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick.
That one hand goes round the dial. As I put it, so it regulates the hour at which the door shall open. See! The hand points to eight. At eight the door opened, as you saw for yourself." "Does it open more than once in the four-and-twenty hours?" asked Obenreizer. "More than once?" repeated the notary, with great scorn. "You don't know my good friend, Tick-Tick!
"Where can it be? It seems near here, and yet we can't locate it." "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl around," advised Blake. In this fashion they searched for the elusive tick-tick. They could hear it, now plainly, and now faintly, but they never lost it altogether. And each of them recognized the peculiar clicking sound as the same they had heard coming from the brass-bound box Mr.
In the andante their is neither grace nor feeling: the music does not flow spontaneously, but is got along by a clockwork tick-tick rhythm. The best stuff is in the finale. Here we find at least sturdiness if not much character.
You can't ease it up much with a string measured out for all the way down!" The young woman operator at the little telegraph station at Dorbury Upper Village heard the call-click as she unlocked the room and came in after her half-hour supper time. She set the wires and responded, and laid the paper slip under the wonderful pins. "Tick-tick-tick; tick-tick; tick-tick-tick-tick," and so on.
There were no carpets on the floors and the house had a slight smell of carbolic. The tick-tick of sewing machines on the other side of the screen mingled with the deadened sound of the clapping of hands in the room overhead. After a while there was rustle of dresses coming down the bare stairs, followed by the opening and closing of the front door, and then the Matron came into the parlour.
I swear to you that I heard distinctly voices that were crying at me: "Murderer; Murderer!" All was quiet in the house. The tick-tick of the clock, very even, slow, dryly metrical, increased the silence and solitude.
Two things that never found entrance there are dust and noise. A lonely goldfinch hangs in a wicker cage from the rafters, and utters from time to time a little shrill call. His note and the metallic tick-tick of Madeleine's clock alone enliven the silent flight of time. She sat down in the low chair where she knits after dinner. "Madeleine, I am about to be married; did you know it?"
The thing had trotted after Adams like a black dog. It was within a few yards of him. "Go back," shouted Adams. "Tick-tick," replied Papeete. It was the only English the creature knew. It stood frying in the sun, grinning and glistening, till Adams, with an assumption of ferocity, made for it, then back it went, and Adams, laughing, plunged under the veil of leaves.
The men did not notice the tick-tick, it was so low and sounded like the involuntary cracking that is sometimes heard from dried furniture when a fire is first ignited in a room. To our hero, though, this very singular tick-tick came with a wonderful significance; indeed, to him it was a language. It was a telegraphic message, and he knew that he was all right.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking