one o'clock
Alack ! she is dainty , this Muse ! She will have none of this bucking brute and swaggering , ragged rider , and I must fain follow him in prose , afoot ! It was one o'clock , and yet he had only gained Rattlesnake Hill . For in that time Jovita had rehearsed to him all her imperfections and practised all her vices . Thrice had she stumbled . Twice had she thrown up her Roman nose in a straight line with the reins , and , resisting bit and spur , struck out madly across country .