the hour of eleven
And the voice , which was always so gentle , kind and endearing , was muttering something about `` the cursed darkness of the night . '' No wonder the girl 's soul revolted , and that she changed her mind suddenly about the elopement , which was to make or mar her young life . And what she heard after he forced her into the coach only added to the terror which had grown into her heart against him , and when she made that flying leap from the coach , her one cry to Heaven was that she might escape the man whom she had but so lately madly adored , but whom she now so thoroughly abhorred . It was the hour of eleven by the village clock . Eleven sounded from the old clock on the mantel . The fire burned low in the grate of Rev. Dr. Warner 's study . The air was growing chill in the room .