ten o'clock
It was well the men had gone home , she thought : there would only have been the more in danger , the more to be fearful about , for all would have been abroad in the drift , hopelessly looking for one another ! But oh Steenie , Steenie ! and her ain Kirsty ! About half-past ten o'clock the wind began to abate its violence , and speedily sank to a calm , wherewith the snow lost its main terror . She looked out ; it was falling in straight , silent lines , flickering slowly down , but very thick . She could find her way now ! Hideous fears assailed her , but she banished them imperiously : they should not sap the energy whose every jot would be wanted !