midnight
It would be like that with me . Martin would come back . I was only going to meet him . It was dark midnight with me now , but I was sailing into the sunrise ! Perhaps I was like a child , but I think that comforted me . At all events I went down to the little triangular cabin with a cheerful heart , forgetting that I was a runaway , a homeless wanderer , an outcast , with nothing before me but the wilderness of London where I should be friendless and alone . The fire had gone out by this time , the oil-lamp was swinging to the motion of the ship , the timbers were creaking , and the Liverpool women were asleep .