and sidereal clocks, large and small, complete with sun, moon and stars.
Arrayed in the middle of the hall were countless bigger clocks - a forest of clocks, as it were -
ranging from grandfather clocks to full-size church clocks.
Not a moment passed but one of these innumerable timepieces struck or chimed somewhere or other, for each of them showed a different time.
Far from offending the ear, they combined to produce a sound as pleasant and harmonious as the rustle of leaves in a wood in springtime.
Momo roamed from place to place, gazing wide-eyed at all these curiosities.
She had paused beside a lavishly ornamented clock on which two tiny dancers, a man and a woman, were standing with hands entwined,
and was just about to prod them to see if they would move, when she heard a friendly voice behind her.
″Ah, so you're back, Cassiopeia,″ it said. ″Did you bring Momo with you?″
Turning, Momo looked along an avenue between the grandfather clocks and saw a frail old man with silvery hair stooping over the tortoise.
He was wearing a gold-embroidered frock coat, blue-silk knee breeches, white hose and shoes with big gold buckles.
Lace frothed from the cuffs and collar of his coat, and his silver hair was braided into a pigtail at the back.
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