the Saturday midnight
On the way home she was mute . Scawthorne took leave of her in Upper Street , and promised to look in again before long ... . Under the heat of these summer days , in the reeking atmosphere of the bar , Clara panted fever-stricken . The weeks went on ; what strength supported her from the Monday morning to the Saturday midnight she could not tell . Acting and refraining , speaking and holding silence , these things were no longer the consequences of her own volition . She wished to break free from her slavery , but had not the force to do so ; something held her voice as often as she was about to tell Mrs. Tubbs that this week would be the last . Her body wasted so that all the garments she wore were loose upon her .