ten o'clock
Why , folks say -- '' I hurried out of the house and ran the short distance to the church . I wished I had n't heard ; I wished Miss Sally Ruth , good as she is , would sometimes hold her tongue . She will set folks by the ears in heaven some of these days if she does n't mend her ways before she gets there . It must have been all of ten o'clock when I got back to the Parish House . Madame had retired ; John Flint 's rooms were dark . The night itself was dark , though in between the clouds that a brisk wind pulleyhauled about the skies , one saw many stars . Too tired to sleep , I sat beside my window and breathed the repose that lay like a benediction upon the little city .