The Clock on the Lublinnich Roof

On the Lublinnich roof, just below an attic window, stood a gold and rose clock. Hèche's door gave up his gazing as he went indoors. The Omelew clock was still there on the roof ledge when I returned. It had gone back to that glamorous room behind the kitchen in which Frau Lublinch retired early every morning. She would probably live till she was ninety, perhaps more than fifty-three years old. Next day it was gone too: "Enough was enough"