nine o'clock
She helped him slowly home . In the shadow of the cottage the inspired look that he had worn all day returned for a moment . Then a convulsion took him , casting him on the floor . At nine o'clock he died , with his head on her lap . She closed his eyes , smoothed the wrinkles on his tired face , and sat watching him for some time . At length she lifted and laid him on the deal table at full length , bolted the door , put the heavy shutter on the low window , and began to light the fire . For fuel she had a heap of peat-turves and some sticks .