TWO:The Curate's hands were busy again. "I really am quite at a loss," he murmured.
TWO:A pink lustre clock of horrible aspect suddenly chimed six, and he jumped up.
TWO:Lit with foolish hope to hear thy fondling sighs, Like yon twilight dove's, breathe, Return, return!
TWO:The humorousness, as it would have struck a bystander, of this amazing anticlimax escaped Alice. She knew it was an anticlimax, for she was not giving two thoughts to his principles, but was only involved in his practices. Anger suddenly flamed in her, giving her an odd grotesque dignity.She made a little gesture with her head.