about twelve
o'clock
I heard nothing , my mind was in a state of gyration , whirling round from one thing to the other , until I was giddy from intensity of feeling . On Monday morning the gaoler came and asked me whether I would have legal advice . I replied in the negative . `` You will be called about twelve o'clock , I hear , '' continued he ; `` it is now ten , and there is only one more trial before yours , about the stealing of four geese and half a dozen fowls . '' `` Good God ! '' thought I , `` and am I mixed up with such deeds as these ? '' I dressed myself with the utmost care and precision , and never was more successful .