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The church clock struck eleven. The air was so empty of other sounds that the whirr of the clock-work immediately before the strokes was distinct, and so was also the click of the same at their close. The notes flew forth with the usual blind obtuseness of inanimate things - flapping and rebounding among walls, undulating against the scattered clouds, spreading through their interstices into unexplored miles of space.
T. Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd, MacMillan and Co. Ltd., p. 209.
PLACE: England
TIME: ca. 1900
He was disturbed in his meditation by a grating noise from the coach-house. It was the vane on the roof turning round, and this change in the wind was the signal for a disastrous rain.
T. Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd, MacMillan and Co. Ltd., p. 254.
PLACE: England
TIME: ca. 1900
A manor-house clock from the far depths of shadow struck the hours, one, in a small, attenuated tone. After midnight the voice of a clock seems to lose in breadth as much as in length, and to diminish its sonorousness to thin falsetto.
T. Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd, MacMillan and Co. Ltd., p. 262.
PLACE: England
TIME: ca. 1900
A startling quiet overhung all surrounding things - so completely, that the crunching of the wagon-wheels was as a great noise, and small rustles, which had never obtained a hearing except by night, were distinctly individualized.
T. Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd, MacMillan and Co. Ltd., p. 281.
PLACE: England
TIME: ca. 1900
the gargoyle which laughed in wet weather "with a gurgling and snorting sound."
T. Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd, MacMillan and Co. Ltd., p.312
PLACE: England
TIME: ca. 1900
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