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My beautiful new watch had run eighteen months without losing or gaining, and without breaking any part of its machinery or stopping. I had come to believe it infallible in its judgments about The time of day, and to consider its constitution and its anatomy imperishable. But at last, one night, I let it run down. I grieved about it as if it were a recognized messenger and forerunner of calamity. But by and by I cheered up, set The watch by guess, and commanded my bodings and superstitions to depart. Next day I stepped into The chief jeweler's to set it by The exact time, and The head of The establishment took it out of my hand and proceeded to set it for me. Then he said, "She is four minutes slow-regulator wants pushing up." I tried to stop him—tried to make him understand that The watch kept perfect time. But no; all this human cabbage could see was that The watch was four minutes slow, and The regulator must be pushed up a little; and so, while I danced around him in anguish, and implored him to let The watch alone, he calmly and cruelly did The shameful deed. My watch began to gain. It gained faster and faster day by day. Within The week it sickened to a raging fever, and its pulse went up to a hundred and fifty in The shade. At The end of two months it had left all The timepieces of The town far in The rear, and was a fraction over thirteen days ahead of The almanac. It was away into November enjoying The snow, while The October leaves were still turning. It hurried up house rent, bills payable, and such things, in such a ruinous way that I could not abide it. I took it to The watchmaker to be regulated. He asked me if I had ever had it repaired. I said no, it had never needed any repairing. He looked a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried The watch open, and Then put a small dice-box into his eye and peered into its machinery. He said it wanted cleaning and oiling, besides regulating—come in a week. After being cleaned and oiled, and regulated, my watch slowed down to that degree that it ticked like a tolling bell. I began to be left by trains, I failed all appointments, I got to missing my dinner; my watch strung out three days' grace to four and let me go to protest; I gradually drifted back into yesterday, Then day before, Then into last week, and by and by The comprehension came upon me that all solitary and alone I was lingering along in week before last, and The world was out of sight. I seemed to detect in myself a sort of sneaking fellow-feeling for The mummy in The museum, and a desire to swap news with him. I went to a watchmaker again. He took The watch all to pieces while I waited, and Then said The barrel was "swelled." He said he could reduce it in three days. After this The watch averaged well, but nothing more. For half a day it would go like The very mischief, and keep up such a barking and wheezing and whooping and sneezing and snorting, that I could not hear myself think for The disturbance; and as long as it held out There was not a watch in The land that stood any chance against it. But The rest of The day it would keep on slowing down and fooling along until all The clocks it had left behind caught up again. So at last, at The end of twenty-four hours, it would trot up to The judges' stand all right and just in time. It would show a fair and square average, and no man could say it had done more or less than its duty. But a correct average is only a mild virtue in a watch, and I took this instrument to another watchmaker. He said The king-bolt was broken. I said I was glad it was nothing more serious. To tell The plain truth, I had no idea what The king-bolt was, but I did not choose to appear ignorant to a stranger.

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