Where did that come from ?" "That cuckoo clock ?" inquired Travis, with a stare.

"Condy Rivers, you've been here and in this room at least twice a week for the last year and a half, and that clock, and no other, has always hung there." But already Condy had forgotten or lost interest in the clock.
"Is that so?
is that so ?" he murmured absent-mindedly, seating himself at the table.
Mr.Bessemer was murmuring: "That clock's a little fast.

I can not make that clock keep time.

Victorine has lost the key.

I have to wind it with a monkey-wrench.