fourteen minutes past five
I can take the next train . It will be tedious waiting , and no wonder I dread it , but I can buy something at the news-stand to read . '' She scarcely waited for her car to stop when opposite the long , massive stone building , and , rushing through the great , ever-swinging doors , she traversed the office corridors with rapid tread , her hands too full of packages to consult her watch . But twisting her head to see the round clock , just above the entrance , with its great brass weights ponderously doling off the time , in plain view , she started with dismay , for its hands remorselessly pointed to fourteen minutes past five . One minute late . It was too provoking ! She felt the tears close , and dashed on down the long steps leading to the passenger gates , at the risk of falling full length .