midnight
I yai n't hearn a sermon in a hell of a while , '' a man jeered , facetiously . `` Suttingly . An ' when hit 's through , yo 'll think of hell jes ' as long , '' Rasba retorted , with asperity , and his wit turned the laugh into a cheer . The fleet anchored a hundred yards up the eddy , and Rasba heard a woman say it was after midnight and she 'd be blanked if she ever did or would dance on Sunday . The dance broke up , the noise of voices lessened , one by one the lights went out , and the eddy was still again . But the feeling of loneliness was changed . `` Lord God , what 'll I preach to them about ? ''