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 1 I   |       two yet. Saint Michael’s clock has only just struck half-past
 2 II  |   violent outbreak, when two o’clock struck by the little timepiece
 3 V   |       a point of honour.~Two o’clock struck. This was becoming
 4 V   |     into his armchair.~“What o’clock is it?” he asked after a
 5 V   |   moments of silence.~“Three o’clock,” I replied.~“Is it really?
 6 VII |   decreed “we start.”~At ten o’clock I fell upon my bed, a dead
 7 VIII|       grumbling, at last ten o’clock came.~The heavy coils of
 8 XI  |        every Saturday at six o’clock in the evening, which, according
 9 XI  | energetic directions.~At six o’clock our preparations were over.
10 XII |    from whose steeple twelve o’clock would have struck, if Icelandic
11 XII |   Hvalfiord.~It was now four o’clock, and we had gone four Icelandic
12 XII |        arrived only with six o’clock; when my uncle, myself,
13 XVII|      therefore now be eleven o’clock; and the depth to which
14 XX  |         when suddenly at six o’clock a wall very unexpectedly
15 XXII|      coruscations.~About six o’clock this brilliant fete of illuminations