two in the morning
ejaculates one tender-hearted manoeuvrer of the warming-pan , with her apron in the corner her eye . `` Poor lady ! it is all over with her ! '' It was exactly two in the morning of the 21st that a shrill cry was heard . Shortly after , the door was flung open by the nurse , and a new edition of an embryo reefer appeared in her arms , and very manfully did the play of his lungs make everyone present aware that _ somebody _ had made his appearance . The supposed bed of death turned out to be a bed of life , and another being was born to wail , to sin , and to die , as myriads have wailed , and sinned , and died before him . What is to be done with the child ?