midnight
what a time of lying it is ! Sure for myself I am no better than one of the wicked ! ' But now Richard , slowly , reluctantly , with eyes averted , opened the paper , stood for an instant motionless , then suddenly raised it , and looked at it . His face changed at once from midnight to morning , and the sunrise was red . He put the paper to his lips , and thrust it inside his doublet . It was his own letter to her by Marquis ! She had not thought to remove it from the place where she had carried it ever since receiving it .