ten o'clock
We just existed . I learned to read in the _ National _ , which was , I believe , the paper of M. Thiers . `` On the 27th of July , 1830 , my father went out very early . That evening , at ten o'clock , he was brought back to us on a litter , dying . He had received a bullet in the chest . Beside him on the litter was his musket . '' ` Take it , ' he said to me .