eight o'clock
Well , they 're as good as dead , so it do n't much matter . ' With this consolation , Mr. Sikes appeared to repress a rising tendency to jealousy , and , clasping Oliver 's wrist more firmly , told him to step out again . ` Wait a minute ! ' said the girl : ` I would n't hurry by , if it was you that was coming out to be hung , the next time eight o'clock struck , Bill . I 'd walk round and round the place till I dropped , if the snow was on the ground , and I had n't a shawl to cover me . ' ` And what good would that do ? ' inquired the unsentimental Mr. Sikes .