six o'clock
In the wall was a gate , and by the gate a bellpull formed of a hanging wire . The woman raised herself as high as possible upon her knees , and could just reach the handle . She moved it and fell forwards in a bowed attitude , her face upon her bosom . It was getting on towards six o'clock , and sounds of movement were to be heard inside the building which was the haven of rest to this wearied soul . A little door by the large one was opened , and a man appeared inside . He discerned the panting heap of clothes , went back for a light , and came again . He entered a second time , and returned with two women .