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Preamble -- Somewhat Immoral Notions of a Boarding-House Keeper -- A / Balcony Is Heard Closing -- A Cricket Chirps.
The clock in the corridor had just struck twelve, in a leisurely, rhythmic, decorous manner. It was the habit of that tall old narrow-cased clock to accelerate or retard, after its own sweet taste and whim, the uniform and monotonous series of hours that encircle our life until it wraps it and leaves it, like an infant in its crib, in the obscure bosom of time.