eleven o'clock
I can yet fly . He will come here to-day -- he shall receive my farewell . Saturday morning , four o'clock . -- I have sat in this room alone since eleven o'clock . I can not give vent to my feelings ; they seem as if crushed by some load from which it is impossible to rise . `` He is gone , and for ever ! '' I sit repeating those words to myself , scarcely conscious of their meaning .