the hour of two
One evening -LRB- it happened to be a cloudless one , with the moon scheduled to rise about one o'clock -RRB- he felt more than usually restless and on fire with this desire . It was on such nights as this that the danger from air raids was especially imminent , and the boy 's senses were at tight tension . As the moon rose , Venice stood revealed an enchanted city , a place of beauty , touched as of old with a magic wand . Hark -- already the clock was striking the hour of two ! Andrea 's eyes wandered from one familiar object to another the Ducal Palace , the new Campanile , the column of St. Theodore , and , beyond , the dome of Sta. Maria della Salute . He held his breath , it was so wonderful . And to think -- to-night , to-morrow , all might be in ruins .