a quarter before three
In the next compartment an officer was snoring , but she did not close her eyes . Perhaps , for that last hour , some of the glow that had brought her so far failed her . She was not able to think beyond Folkestone , save occasionally , and that with a feeling that it should not be made so difficult to do a kind and helpful thing . At a quarter before three the train eased down . In the same proportion Sara Lee 's pulse went up . A long period of crawling along , a stop or two , but no resultant opening of the doors ; and at last , in a cold rain and a howling wind from the channel , the little seaport city . More officers than she had suspected , a few women , got out .