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"Had n't you better lie down here again?" he suggested. "I must go, now. What what time is it, old man?" "Five minutes past ten." Donaldson took a deep breath. Time how it stretched before him like a flower-strewn path without end. He heard the friendly tick-tock at his wrists.
But Ikey continued to raise his head now and then to listen to the "tick-tock" sound. It puzzled him, and he determined to tell Whistler about it. Their work was completed at length, and Frenchy crept out into the passage to look about. There was nobody in this part of the ship save themselves. The two mischievous youths tugged the result of their labor out to the ash-chute.
They all hang ticking with seemingly identical and indisputable precision. Their white faces and their black numbers speak in the dark of the empty stores. "Tick-tock, Time never sleeps. Time keeps moving the hands of the city's clocks around and around."
"Tick-tock," tapped the watchman somewhere far away. "Tick-tock . . . tick-tock. . . ." In the middle of June Sasha suddenly felt bored and made up his mind to return to Moscow. "I can't exist in this town," he said gloomily. "No water supply, no drains! It disgusts me to eat at dinner; the filth in the kitchen is incredible. . . ." "Wait a little, prodigal son!"
Leaving the goats to Bello, the children dashed into the kitchen. There was no one there, and there was no sound but the loud tick-tock of the cuckoo clock. They dashed upstairs to the bedrooms and back again to the kitchen. Everywhere silence. "It's just as if the house were dead when Mother isn't in it," sobbed Leneli. "Where can she be? And Roseli too!"
But fortunately there are arrangements of words capable of adjusting themselves to confusion, capable of tick-tocking in the midst of disorder. Tick, say the words and tock say the juries. Tick-tock, the cell door and the scaffold drop.
And it was faint so faint indeed that perhaps the noises of the storm since they had left port had quite smothered the queer sound. "A clock?" Frenchy suggested. "Funny sounding clock," whispered Ikey Rosenmeyer. "And where can it be?" "Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-tock!" The emphasis upon the second division of the sound was unmistakable. It did not seem like any clock the boys had ever heard.
I sometimes remained hours and hours looking at a little watch of the last century. It was so tiny, so pretty with its enamel and gold chasing. And it kept time as on the day when a woman first bought it, enraptured at owning this dainty trinket. It had not ceased to vibrate, to live its mechanical life, and it had kept up its regular tick-tock since the last century.
"But a man may fight them off." "I have ticked here many years and seen many things that man has prided himself upon having the power to do and yet has failed of doing." "I cannot help myself. I should offend her unwarrantedly if I made further objection." "Then you are not all-powerful." "I have power over myself. And you are insulting her." "Tick-tock. Tick-tock," answered the clock, jeeringly.
"Oh, it's still awful." "You'll forget soon." "I'll go away. Somewhere. Alone." A louder sob. "Please don't cry." Hazlitt watched her tenderly. The weeping increased. A lonesomeness and a vagueness were in the girl's heart. The tick-tock of the city had a foreign sound. She was a stranger in its streets. There had been something else, and now it was gone.
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