three o'clock before
cried a voice , and the shrieks of `` No ! '' that followed confirmed Mr. Cunham in his opinion that the situation was not without its serious aspect . He was not a coward and he stood his ground , listening to Mrs. Hopton 's inspiring oratory of denunciation . It was three o'clock before he saw his garden again -- a trampled waste ; an offering to the Moloch of strikes . `` Damn the woman ! '' he cried , as , shutting the door , he returned to the room he used as an office , there to deliberate upon this new phase of the situation . `` Curse her ! ''