about three o’clock
Up , against the night sky the pointed leaves of the kippersol trees were clearly marked , and the rocks and the willow trees cast dark shadows . In her sleep she shivered , and half awoke . `` Ah , I am not there , I am here , '' she said ; and she crept closer to the rock , and kissed it , and went to sleep again . It must have been about three o'clock , for the moon had begun to sink towards the western sky , when she woke , with a violent start . She sat up , and pressed her hand against her heart . `` What can it be ? A cony must surely have run across my feet and frightened me ! ''