You'll get took up for hevin' this clock.

Whatever made you take it, child ?" exclaimed Mrs.Carr, walking round and round the clock, and dusting it here and there with a corner of her apron.
"Well, mother, I am sure I don't know.

I couldn't seem to help it: he was so determined, and the clock was such a beauty.

I don't think he is crazy.
I think he is simply very queer; and he is ever, ever so rich.

The clock isn't really of any value to him; that is, he'd never do any thing with it.