three in the morning
It was not the loss of the five pounds that made her twist , bad though that loss was in their utter poverty ; it was the thought that if Emma had really run away she , by her careless folly , had driven the girl to ruin . And then Tussie . How dreadful that was . At three in the morning , with the wailing wind rising and falling and the room black with the inky blackness of a moonless October night , the Tussie complication seemed to be gigantic , of a quite appalling size , threatening to choke her , to crush all the spring and youth out of her . If Tussie got well she was going to break his heart ; if Tussie died it would be her fault . No one but herself was responsible for his illness , her own selfish , hateful self . Yes , she was a poisonous weed ; a baleful , fatal thing , not fit for great undertakings , not fit for a noble life , too foolish to depart successfully from the lines laid down for her by other people ; wickedly careless ; shamefully shortsighted ; spoiling , ruining , everything she touched .