one o'clock
She ground her small teeth together and beat her head upon the floor with all her strength . Her hair was uncoiled and hanging a tangled , dishevelled mass far below her waist ; her dress was torn ; a spot of blood was upon her forehead ; her eyes were swollen ; her cheeks flamed vermilion from the fever that raged in her veins . Old Miss Baker found her thus towards five o'clock the next morning . What had happened between one o'clock and dawn of that fearful night Trina never remembered . She could only recall herself , as in a picture , kneeling before her broken and rifled trunk , and then -- weeks later , so it seemed to her -- she woke to find herself in her own bed with an iced bandage about her forehead and the little old dressmaker at her side , stroking her hot , dry palm . The facts of the matter were that the German woman who lived below had been awakened some hours after midnight by the sounds of Trina 's weeping . She had come upstairs and into the room to find Trina stretched face downward upon the floor , half-conscious and sobbing , in the throes of an hysteria for which there was no relief .