eleven o'clock
And again , about eight o'clock , she felt too tired to bear the weight of her own flesh . She had passed through fourteen hours of almost unintermittent toil , and it seemed to her that she would never be able to summon up sufficient courage to get through the last three hours . It was this last summit that taxed all her strength and all her will . Even the rest that awaited her at eleven o'clock was blighted by the knowledge of the day that was coming ; and its cruel hours , long and lean and hollow-eyed , stared at her through the darkness . She was often too tired to rest , and rolled over and over in her miserable garret bed , her whole body aching . Toil crushed all that was human out of her ; even her baby was growing indifferent to her . If it were to die !