midnight
Not very far ; the heart was barely pulsing . She had heard of the power of the corpse to drive brave men to frenzy , and had wondered , having no morbid horror of the dead . But this ! To wait -- and wait -- and wait -- perhaps for hours -- past the midnight -- on to the small hours -- while that awful , determined , leisurely Something stole nearer and nearer . She bent to him who had been her protector with a spasm of anger . Where was the indomitable spirit that had held her all these years with such strong and loving clasp ? How could he leave her ?