midnight
` Clare if I do n't give you another five bucks t ` morrer if you carry this thing through . Do n't you get cold feet now -- ! '' Billy uttered a guttural of contempt in his throat and Pat slid away to hiding once more . The distant bells struck the midnight hour . Billy thrilled with their sweetness , with the fact that they belonged to him , that he had sat that very evening watching those white fingers among the keys , manipulating them . He thought of the glint on her hair , -- the halo of dusty gold in the sunshine above -- the light in her eyes -- the glow of her cheek -- her delicate profile against the memorial window -- the glint of her hair -- it came back , not in those words , but the vision of it -- what was it like ? Oh -- of course .