"Clock" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the spot and went to Dr. White's office. Fifteen or twenty minutes after me Dr. White and the other strong medium of deluding and destroying spirits, both came about 9 o'clock P.M. and they were frightened and said, that there was so great a disturbance, that policemen were not sufficient to check it. And they added as a very remarkable instance, that a policeman in trying to check the disturbance, ...
— Secret Enemies of True Republicanism • Andrew B. Smolnikar
... didn't know you were behind me. I was really pace-making for 'Flyaway'—there, over there." And Piggott pointed to a stoutish man with iron-grey whiskers mopping his forehead and the inside of his hat, and looking incredulously at the booking-hall clock. ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, September 8th, 1920 • Various
... against this divine weede, &c. For this withdrawing yourselfe a little will much benefite your suit, which else by too long walking would be stale to the whole spectators: but howsoever, if Powles Jacks be up with their elbowes, and quarrelling to strike eleven, as soone as ever the clock has parted them and ended the fray with his hammer, let not the Duke's gallery conteyne you any longer, but passe away apace in open view. In which departure, if by chance you either encounter, or aloofe off throw your inquisitive eye upon any knight or squire, ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern -- Volume 11 • Various
... Jackson rode out in front of his line, on the Chancellorsville road, in order to reconnoitre in person, and ascertain, if possible, the position and movements of the enemy, then within a few hundred yards of him. It was now between nine and ten o'clock at night. The fighting had temporarily ceased, and the moon, half-seen through misty clouds, lit up the dreary thickets, in which no sound was heard but the incessant and melancholy cries of the whippoorwills. Jackson had ridden forward about a hundred yards in advance of his ...
— A Life of Gen. Robert E. Lee • John Esten Cooke
... from dawn to dusk upon the little slate which he wore tied by a bit of string to the belt of his pinafore. He drew his foster- mother, and Abel, and the kitten, and the clock, and the flower-pots in the window, and the windmill itself, and every thing he saw or imagined. And he drew till his slate was full on both sides, and then in very primitive fashion he spat and rubbed it all out and began again. And whenever Jan's face was washed, the two faces ...
— Jan of the Windmill • Juliana Horatia Ewing
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