twelve o'clock
`` Is it you ? '' she said in a tremulous voice , and taking his hand she drew him hurriedly into the house . After the Baron was gone , Roma had sat a long time in the dark among the ruins of the broken bust . When twelve o'clock struck she was feeling hot and feverish , and , in spite of the coldness of the night , she rose and opened the window . The snow had ceased to fall , the thunder was gone , and the city was quiet . At that moment the revolving searchlight on Monte Mario passed over the room . The white flash lit up the broken fragments at her feet , and brought a new train of reflections .