ten o'clock
What a good teacher he had been -- one of the rare kind that not only said things interestingly but also said them so that you never forgot . How badly she had learned ! She strolled on through Eighth Street , across Third Avenue and into Second Avenue . It was ten o'clock . The effects of the liquor she had drunk had worn away . In so much wandering she had acquired the habit of closing up an episode of life as a traveler puts behind him the railway journey at its end . She was less than half an hour from her life in the Tenderloin ; it was as completely in her past as it would ever be .