five o'clock
I looked down at my child -- so pure , so sweet , so stainless ; I looked up at the woman -- so foul , so gross , so degraded . There was a moment of awful struggle and then ... the woman and I were walking side by side . And the harlot was carrying my baby down the street . At five o'clock I was once more alone . I was then standing -LRB- with baby in my own arms now -RRB- under the statue which is at the back of Bow Church . I thought I could walk no farther , and although every penny I had in my pocket belonged to Isabel -LRB- being all that yet stood between her and want -RRB- I must borrow a little of it if she was to reach Mrs. Oliver 's that night . I waited for the first tram that was going in my direction , and when it came up I signalled to it , but it did not stop -- it was full .