an hour after midnight
Their work was ended . `` Now for home , '' she said . `` Fifteen and a half hours of work . '' It was half an hour after midnight , when they drew up in Ypres market square and glanced down the beautiful length of the Cloth Hall , that building of massive and light-winged proportion . It was the last time they were ever to see it . It has fallen under the shelling , and can not be rebuilt . They paused to pick their road back to Furnes , for in the darkness it was hard to find the street that led out of the town .