two in the morning
Bitter was life for Rhona Hemlitz , seventeen years old ... * * * * * Joe , in the court-room , had seized Myra 's arm . `` Let us get out of this ! '' They went through the gateway , up the aisle , out the dim entrance , into the streets . It was two in the morning , and the narrow cañons were emptied of life , save the shadowy fleeting shape of some night prowler , some creature of the underworld . The air was a trifle less cold , and a fine hard snow was sifting down -- crunched underfoot -- a bitter , tiny , stinging snow -- hard and innumerable . Cavernous and gloomy seemed the street , as they trudged west , arm in arm . Myra had never been so stirred in her life ; she felt as if things ugly and dangerous had been released in her heart ; a flame seemed raging in her breast .