...was a bright, though chilly day, and still she had not the heart to go out. The court was so quiet : there was no sound in the room but the ticking of the clock and the chirp of the canary. Nellie grew sadder and sadder amongst these home-like tones, and the volume...

...the six o'clock service. Carry had drawn her chair close to the casement in Mrs. Smithers' bedroom. There was no sound in the room but the ticking of the clock on the mantelshelf, or the little rattling noise made by the tame magpie in his cage outside the door,...

...thing. Don't you think so, Mattie ? " She acquiesced, dropping her glance again ; and for t minute there was no sound in the room but the ticking of the clock on the mantel. " Tell me," he said, suddenly, tightening the clasp he had kept on her hand, "how much...

...last words, and Elithe felt the hand she held growing colder and clammier as the minutes went by, and there was no sound in the room but the ticking of the clock on the mantel and the labored breathing, which grew more and more labored and slow until, just as the...

...where he stood he could see the spacious new stables already rising from the ashes of the old ones. There was no sound in the room but the ticking of the clock and the labored breathing of the man on the bed. His gaze followed his employer with the pathetic dumb...

...The shining eyes were very bright in spite of the tears that swam in them. " Do you love him ? " " Don't ask me that, Magnus." " But I do ask you, Thora....this time, but while love fought for Oscar, duty and honour struggled for Magnus. " But I have told him it is impossible," said Thora. "He asks you again,...

...but he was numb, dazed. He tried to think of something to comfort her — nothing came. For a while there was no sound in the room but the ticking of the clock . . . tick — tick — tick. . . . More wretched now from the pain he had caused her than he had ever...

...whitest of all — her face colorless, her hair snow-white — only with brows still dark and distinct. There was no sound in the room but the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece and the quick, rather loud, breathing of the dying womau. Delicate feeling had prompted...