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A spacious bow-window projected into the street over the main portico, and from the open sashes came the babble of voices, the jingle of glasses, and the drawing of corks.
T. Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge, Wessex Edition, Macmillan, London, 1912, p. 35, chap. 5
PLACE: Dorchester, Dorset
TIME: ca. 1870
Behind their backs was a small window, with a wheel ventilator in one of the panes, which would suddenly start off spinning with a jingling sound, as suddenly stop, and as suddenly start again.
T. Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge, Wessex Edition, Macmillan, London, 1912, p. 58, chap. 8
PLACE: Dorchester, Dorset
TIME: ca. 1870
Between the hours at which the last toss-pot went by and the first sparrow shook himself, the silence in Casterbridge - barring the rare sound of the watchman - was broken in Elizabeth's ear only by the time-piece in the bedroom ticking frantically against the clock on the stairs; ticking harder and harder till it seemed to clang like a gong; and all this while the subtle-souled girl asking herself why she was born,...
T. Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge, Wessex Edition, Macmillan, London, 1912, p. 135, chap. 18
PLACE: Dorchester, Dorset
TIME: ca. 1870
...long spaces of taciturnity, when all exterior circumstance was subdued to the touch of spoons and china, the click of a heel on the pavement under the window, the passing of a wheelbarrow or cart, the whittling of the carter, the gush of water into householder's buckets at the town-pump opposite; the exchange of greetings among their neighbours, and the rattle of the yokes by which they carried off their evening supply.
T. Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge, Wessex Edition, Macmillan, London, 1912, p. 208, chap. 26.
PLACE: Dorchester, Dorset
TIME: ca. 1870
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