eight o'clock
I 'm glad you let it out , Sam . I would n't take five thousand dollars it did n't happen -- I feel fine -- I want it -- I -- '' `` I did n't mean it , ma -- I swear ! Do n't rub it in this way -- please -- please -- '' `` Why , I never wanted anything in my life like I want this , Sammy -- that you should enlist -- a woman to look in on -- I been a bad woman , Sammy , I -- I -- oh -- '' It was then that Mr. Lipkind tore to the telephone , his hands so frenzied that they would not properly hold the receiver . At eight o'clock , and without even a further word , Mrs. Lipkind breathed out quietly , a little tiredly , and yet so eloquent of eye . To her son , pleading there beside her for the life she had not left to give , it was as if the swollen bosom of some stream were carrying her rapidly but gently down its surface , her gaze back at him and begging him to stay the current . `` Mamma ! Darling !