about
three in the morning
With a quaking soul he read it . It confirmed him in the fear which had taken hold of him at the first news of the tragedy . The letter ran : `` DEAR JOHN , -- I simply can not stand it any longer . It is now about three in the morning . Some people contend that such acts are done only by crazy folks , but I do n't believe I ever was more sensible than I am right now . I am not ashamed to own that I had my heart and soul set on being your wife and making you happy , but now that I know you did n't feel a bit like I did , an ' love Lizzie , I jest ca n't stand it . The pain is awful -- awful .