half past one
Her eyes blazed under her brown toss of hair . She gesticulated with her little , nervous hands . Her voice was as sweet and intense as a reed , and withal piercing with anger . `` It was not half past one when I went out , '' said she , `` and there was a whole sinkful of dishes . '' `` It was after two . I looked at the clock , '' said Imogen . `` It was not . ''