nine o'clock
He did not call out the shades , as superstition demanded . Instead , he uncovered his head , murmured some prayers and crossed himself with the same fervor as the chief of the Brotherhood of the Most Sacred Rosary would have done at that moment . The drizzling rain continued all night . At nine o'clock the streets were dark and lonely . The little cocoanut oil lanterns , which each citizen had to hang out in front of his house gave light scarcely a meter around . It seemed as though they had been lighted so one might see the darkness . Two Civil Guards were walking from one side of the street to the other near the church .