9/24 Dear me, how sorry I am! My dear father's hall-clock! And now I suppose it is ruined.' Assisted by Mrs.Wake, she lifted the clock. Every inch of glass was, of course, shattered, but very little harm besides appeared to be done. They propped it up temporarily, though it would not go again. 'What does it mean, Mrs.Wake ?' she said. 'Is it ominous ?' 'It is a sign of a violent death in the family.' 'Don't talk of it. |