ten o'clock
With trembling hand I found my watch . Luckily I had wound it in the early morning . I now carried it to the window , drew back the blind , and held it in the moonlight . It was not quite ten o'clock . And yet the cottage was so still -- so still . I stole to the door , opened it by cautious degrees , and saw the reflection of a light below . Still not a sound could I hear , save the rapid drawing of my own breath , and the startled beating of my own heart .