Four
o'clock
Sheet after sheet was filled and numbered . He threw them on another table as each was filled . Three o'clock ; still he wrote with all his might . Four o'clock ; black spots danced before his eyes , and his fingers ached , and his brow burned , and his feet were ice . Still the light , indefatigable pen galloped along the paper . Meantime the writer 's feelings were of the most mixed and extraordinary character . Often his eye flashed with triumph , as Fry exposed the dishonesty and utter mendacity of Hawes .