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XVI. All Saints' and All Souls'

           Fromtheinteriorfaceofthewestwallofthetowerprojectedalittlecanopywithaquarter-jackandsmallbellbeneathit,theautomatonbeingdrivenbythesameclockmachinerythatstruckthelargebellinthetower.Betweenthetowerandthechurchwasaclosescreen,thedoorofwhichwaskeptshutduringservices,hidingthisgrotesqueclockworkfromsight.Atpresent,however,thedoorwasopen,andtheegressofthejack,theblowsonthebell,andthemannikin’sretreatintothenookagain,werevisibletomany,andaudiblethroughoutthechurch.

           Thejackhadstruckhalf-pasteleven.

           "Where’sthewoman?"whisperedsomeofthespectators.

           Theyoungsergeantstoodstillwiththeabnormalrigidityoftheoldpillarsaround.Hefacedthesouth-east,andwasassilentashewasstill.

           Thesilencegrewtobeanoticeablethingastheminuteswenton,andnobodyelseappeared,andnotasoulmoved.Therattleofthequarter-jackagainfromitsniche,itsblowsforthree-quarters,itsfussyretreat,werealmostpainfullyabrupt,andcausedmanyofthecongregationtostartpalpably.

           "Iwonderwherethewomanis!"avoicewhisperedagain.

           Therebegannowthatslightshiftingoffeet,thatartificialcoughingamongseveral,whichbetraysanervoussuspense.Atlengththerewasatitter.Butthesoldiernevermoved.Therehestood,hisfacetothesouth-east,uprightasacolumn,hiscapinhishand.

           Theclocktickedon.Thewomenthrewofftheirnervousness,andtittersandgigglingbecamemorefrequent.Thencameadeadsilence.Everyonewaswaitingfortheend.

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