the hour of ten
They were living again in the past , and the strains were bringing memories sacred and sweet . Shawn sat as one transported to a heavenly sphere , his eyes fixed on the delicately graceful figure swaying to and fro under the changing cadences of the melody . It was the sweetest music that had ever floated into the portals of Shawn 's heart , awakening a thrill of tenderness and love . The tall clock in the dining-hall pealed forth the hour of ten . Horton came with a lighted candle , and Shawn followed him to the south room overlooking the river . A cozy fire burned in the grate , the moon swinging above the stream touched the hills and valley to silvery softness . He stood near the window and gazed long upon the water , the stream running through every association of his life .