about three o'clock
She could not help thinking of her enemy 's threat ; it got on her nerves , and she hardly dared go out for fear of meeting her ; she would look nervously in front of her , quickly turning round if she saw in the distance anyone resembling Mrs. Blakeston . She dreamed of her at night ; she saw the big , powerful form , the heavy , frowning face , and the curiously braided brown hair ; and she would wake up with a cry and find herself bathed in sweat . It was the Saturday afternoon following this , a chill November day , with the roads sloshy , and a grey , comfortless sky that made one 's spirits sink . It was about three o'clock , and Liza was coming home from work ; she got into Vere Street , and was walking quickly towards her house when she saw Mrs. Blakeston coming towards her . Her heart gave a great jump . Turning , she walked rapidly in the direction she had come ; with a screw round of her eyes she saw that she was being followed , and therefore went straight out of Vere Street . She went right round , meaning to get into the street from the other end and , unobserved , slip into her house , which was then quite close ; but she dared not risk it immediately for fear Mrs. Blakeston should still be there ; so she waited about for half an hour .