10 o'clock in the evening
And to think that she was waiting , as one waits for one 's happiness or salvation , for one word from me ! My aunt says it , that she was lying in wait for Chwastowski , to take the letters from him . A terrible fear seizes me that all this may not be forgiven , and that I am doomed and all those that are like me . 10 o'clock in the evening . I had a terrible neuralgia in the head ; it has passed now , but what with the pain , the sleeplessness , and anxiety , I feel as if I were hypnotized . My mind , open and excited on one point , concentrated upon one thought , sees more clearly than it has ever done before how the affair will end . It seems to me that I am at Ploszow ; I listen to what Aniela says to Sniatynski , and I can not understand how I could buoy myself up with false hopes .