one o'clock
They say that your hands are red and your soul black with sin ! Black Donald , they call you ! But , Donald , you have never yet stained your soul with a crime as black as that which you think of perpetrating to-night ! '' `` It must be one o'clock , and I 'm tired , '' replied the outlaw , with a yawn . `` All your former acts , '' continued Capitola , in the same voice of awful calmness , `` have been those of a bold , bad man ! This act would be that of a base one ! '' `` Take care , girl -- no bad names !