five o’clock in the
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He raised both his hands over her as if he would call down Heaven 's curse upon her guilty head , then turned and left the room . CHAPTER XII . THE MORNING AT SANS-SOUCI . It was five o'clock in the morning . Deep silence reigned , the darkness of night still encompassed the world , the weary might still sleep and rest , life had recommenced nowhere , nowhere except at Sans-Souci , nowhere except in the apartment of the king ; while his people slept , the king watched , he watched to work and think for his people . Without the wind howled and blew the snow against his window , and made even the fire in his room flicker ; but the king heeded it not . He had completed his toilet and drunk his chocolate ; now he was working .