three o’clock
It was bright and sunny . A fine rain had been falling all the morning , and now it had not long cleared up . The iron roofs , the flags of the roads , the flints of the pavements , the wheels and leather , the brass and the tinplate of the carriages -- all glistened brightly in the May sunshine . It was three o'clock , and the very liveliest time in the streets . As she sat in a corner of the comfortable carriage , that hardly swayed on its supple springs , while the grays trotted swiftly , in the midst of the unceasing rattle of wheels and the changing impressions in the pure air , Anna ran over the events of the last days , and she saw her position quite differently from how it had seemed at home . Now the thought of death seemed no longer so terrible and so clear to her , and death itself no longer seemed so inevitable . Now she blamed herself for the humiliation to which she had lowered herself .