I sat with drawn breath and glared at it; at the relentless silver hands; at the fierce, and, as it seemed to me, living face of the Time on its top, who stooped and swung his scythe at me.
"I would like a very big white potato," said Tip, breaking the solemn silence.
You may or may not believe me, but it is a fact that that is all which happened.
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I slowly turned my head. I resumed my spoon.
"The kitchen clock is nearly half an hour too slow," observed Alison. "I told Jane that you would have it fixed this week."
I finished my soup in silence.
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"Little Tommy Tucker."
There were but three persons in the car; a merchant, deep in the income list of the "Traveller," an old lady with two bandboxes, a man in the corner with his hat pulled over his eyes.