ten o'clock
`` The sale of his honor , his manhood , for one hundred thousand dollars will seal his lips . He will keep his bargain ; but , if he should be found guilty ? '' All that night the heiress tossed upon uneasy pillows , waiting for the tidings which might in time parade her name as the innocent wife of a desperate felon . The motley crowd pouring along the Bowery at ten o'clock swept past the Cooper Union on either side in search of the garish delights of the oblong oasis of pleasure . Down Fourth Avenue from the Square , down along Third Avenue , they swarmed . Eager , hard-faced men ; painted , hopeless-eyed women , the vacuous visitor from `` Wayback , '' drunken soldiers , stray sailors , lost marines , all were kaleidoscopically mingled . The strident voices of street peddlers mingled with the hoarse seductions of pullers-in .