two in the morning
Apparently she meant that there should be no bond left even of that kind ; and yet it was a long time before I gave up visiting and revisiting all the corners of all possible receptacles for something that she might have left behind on purpose . It was like the mania of those disordered minds who spend their days hunting for a treasure . I hoped for a forgotten hairpin , for some tiny piece of ribbon . Sometimes at night I reflected that such hopes were altogether insensate ; but I remember once getting up at two in the morning to search for a little cardboard box in the bathroom , into which , I remembered , I had not looked before . Of course it was empty ; and , anyway , Rita could not possibly have known of its existence . I got back to bed shivering violently , though the night was warm , and with a distinct impression that this thing would end by making me mad . It was no longer a question of `` this sort of thing '' killing me .