about seven o’clock
-- The events of this one day have changed the whole future of my life . I must force myself to write of them at once . Something warns me that if I delay , though only till to-morrow , I shall be incapable of relating them at all . It was still early in the morning -- I think about seven o'clock -- when I closed my cottage door behind me , never to open it again . I met only one or two of my neighbours as I left the hamlet . They drew aside to let me advance , without saying a word . With a heavy heart , grieved more than I could have imagined possible at departing as an enemy from among the people with whom I had lived as a friend , I passed slowly by the last cottages , and ascended the cliff path which led to the moor .