five o'clock
He had that little matter on his mind . And , in fact , the following day , just as the bells were ringing for the service of Holy Saturday , while revolvers were being fired in festive celebration about town , and gamins were going from house to house beating upon front doors with sticks , _ la Garbosa _ , that leaky death-trap hardly able to keep afloat , with a complete outfit for fishing aboard to make her look like a seiner , raised her huge lateen sail , new and strong and white , and slipped away from the beach of the Cabañal , taking the first sea swells like a time-worn beauty , frilled and painted up to make one last conquest . It had stopped raining about daybreak . At five o'clock the street lamps of Valencia were still burning , their flickering lights mirrored red as blood in the puddles of the uneven pavement . The irregular line of housetops was just beginning to stand out against an ashen background of sky brightening with the first glow of morning . The night watch-men were unhooking their lanterns from their stations at the street-crossings and walking off , stamping their chilled feet after wishing a listless _ bon dia _ to the pairs of hooded policemen who would not be relieved until seven o'clock . Faint from the distance through the stillness came the whistling of the morning trains leaving the suburbs .