midnight
Could she not easily have found a woman on whom to throw herself , who would have befriended her ? Or why not have tried to get a carriage ? Fifteen miles to Marsland -- eighteen to Bannisdale . Even in this small place , and at midnight , the promise of money enough would probably have found her a fly and a driver . But these thoughts only rose to be shuddered away . All her rational being was for the moment clouded . The presence of her cousin had suddenly aroused in her so strong a disgust , so hot a misery , that flight from him was all she thought of .