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She glanced up at the clock which also stood in this room... She liked the company of this venerable article in her lonely life; its tickings and whizzings were a sort of conversation. It now began to strike the hour. At the end something grated slightly. Then, without any warning, the clock slowly inclined forward and fell at full length upon the floor.
Thomas Hardy, "The Waiting Supper," from The Short Stories of Thomas Hardy, MacMillan and Co., London, 1928, p. 774.
TIME: mid 1800's
PLACE: a country estate in southern England
He was not more than five hundred yards from her now, and gained a pleasure in feeling that all sounds which greeted his ear, in the day or in the night, also fell upon hers - the caw of a particular rook, the voice of a neighbouring nightingale, the whistle of a local breeze, or the purl of the fall in the meadows, whose rush was a material rendering of Time's ceaseless scour over themselves...
TIME: mid 1800's
PLACE: rural southern England
Thomas Hardy, "The Waiting Supper," from The Short Stories of Thomas Hardy, MacMillan & Co., London, 1928, p. 783.
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