It was half past six and the hands were quietly moving forwards. Despite his concern, it was later than half past, more like quarter to seven.
Sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. He then turned to look out the window.
And he looked over at the alarm clock, ticking on the chest of drawers. It was half past six and the hands were quietly moving forwards.
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