nine o'clock
Yet , just now , there had been neither revolt nor resistance ; she felt that she had been herself , awake , alive , and consenting to an unknown but frightfully real contamination , from which her soul could never again be wholly clean . The storm subsided , and sullen waves of self-contempt swelled and sank , as if to overwhelm her drowning soul . She understood at last the ascetic 's wrath against the mortal body and his irresistible craving for bodily pain . Very early in the morning Cecilia fell into a dreamless sleep at last , and awoke , unrefreshed , after nine o'clock . She felt very tired and listless as she opened the window a little and let in the light and air , with the sounds of the busy thoroughfare below . The weather was suddenly much warmer , and her head was heavy . It had all been a dream , no doubt , and was gone where dreams go ; but it had been like a fight , out of which she had come alive by a miracle , bruised and wounded , and offended in her whole being .