One o'clock
Ruth did not look at it , she did not care to know the time , for she was sure it was very late . The little study looked cold and desolate by the light of her solitary candle , and the ashes in the grate still moved and made a slight rustling which sounded very plainly . Ruth had just gathered up her books and papers when the hall clock struck close to her , one long solemn stroke . One o'clock ! It was very late she owned , and very lonely down there . Hark ! what was that ?