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There
was
a
creaking
of
machinery
behind
,
and
some
of
the
young
ones
turned
their
heads
.
From
the
interior
face
of
the
west
wall
of
the
tower
projected
a
little
canopy
with
a
quarter
-
jack
and
small
bell
beneath
it
,
the
automaton
being
driven
by
the
same
clock
machinery
that
struck
the
large
bell
in
the
tower
.
Between
the
tower
and
the
church
was
a
close
screen
,
the
door
of
which
was
kept
shut
during
services
,
hiding
this
grotesque
clockwork
from
sight
.
At
present
,
however
,
the
door
was
open
,
and
the
egress
of
the
jack
,
the
blows
on
the
bell
,
and
the
mannikin
’
s
retreat
into
the
nook
again
,
were
visible
to
many
,
and
audible
throughout
the
church
.
The
jack
had
struck
half
-
past
eleven
.
"
Where
’
s
the
woman
?
"
whispered
some
of
the
spectators
.
The
young
sergeant
stood
still
with
the
abnormal
rigidity
of
the
old
pillars
around
.
He
faced
the
south
-
east
,
and
was
as
silent
as
he
was
still
.
The
silence
grew
to
be
a
noticeable
thing
as
the
minutes
went
on
,
and
nobody
else
appeared
,
and
not
a
soul
moved
.
The
rattle
of
the
quarter
-
jack
again
from
its
niche
,
its
blows
for
three
-
quarters
,
its
fussy
retreat
,
were
almost
painfully
abrupt
,
and
caused
many
of
the
congregation
to
start
palpably
.
"
I
wonder
where
the
woman
is
!
"
a
voice
whispered
again
.
There
began
now
that
slight
shifting
of
feet
,
that
artificial
coughing
among
several
,
which
betrays
a
nervous
suspense
.
At
length
there
was
a
titter
.
But
the
soldier
never
moved
.
There
he
stood
,
his
face
to
the
south
-
east
,
upright
as
a
column
,
his
cap
in
his
hand
.
The
clock
ticked
on
.
The
women
threw
off
their
nervousness
,
and
titters
and
giggling
became
more
frequent
.
Then
came
a
dead
silence
.
Every
one
was
waiting
for
the
end
.
Some
persons
may
have
noticed
how
extraordinarily
the
striking
of
quarters
seems
to
quicken
the
flight
of
time
.
It
was
hardly
credible
that
the
jack
had
not
got
wrong
with
the
minutes
when
the
rattle
began
again
,
the
puppet
emerged
,
and
the
four
quarters
were
struck
fitfully
as
before
.
One
could
almost
be
positive
that
there
was
a
malicious
leer
upon
the
hideous
creature
’
s
face
,
and
a
mischievous
delight
in
its
twitchings
.
Then
followed
the
dull
and
remote
resonance
of
the
twelve
heavy
strokes
in
the
tower
above
.
The
women
were
impressed
,
and
there
was
no
giggle
this
time
.
