twenty minutes past nine
`` Toward eight o'clock she seemed to have lost the use of her hands and arms : they lay helpless outside the bed-clothes . A little later she sank into a sort of dull sleep . Little by little the sound of her heavy breathing grew fainter . At twenty minutes past nine Doctor Jerome told me to bring the lamp to the bedside . He looked at her , and put his hand on her heart . Then he said to me , ` You can go downstairs , nurse : it is all over . ' He turned to Mr. Gale .