midnight
Speak , Mary , love ! let me again hear your voice thrilling like music through my breast ! O Jack ! I am now like one who has been run down in a squall at midnight , and ere he is aware that the waters have covered over him , finds himself aloft , listening to the harps of the happy . ' '' ` I do n't know what this is like , Bill , ' said the other ; ` but it a n't like those meetings we used to have . ' '' ` Why so silent , love , ' said William , addressing Mary ; ` in another hour I shall be off duty , and in one day of happiness let us forget the past . ' '' ` Dear William , ' she replied , ` I know not what I should say , nor what I should conceal .