In the canon
A Predicament
- Form
- Form Short Story
- Year
- Year 1838
- Pages
- Pages 20
A square hole in the face of a great clock, high in a Gothic steeple above Edina, and a lady who cannot resist putting her head through it for the view. Signora Psyche Zenobia has climbed there with her poodle Diana and her tiny servant Pompey, and she is still admiring the city when the minute hand, a long blade of polished steel, settles against the back of her neck and keeps on moving.
It was a quiet and still afternoon when I strolled forth in the goodly city of Edina.
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