midnight
The glass was still low , and I knew that there was mischief brewing . About nine o'clock a dull moaning sound came up from the sea , as from a creature , who , much harassed , learns that the hour of suffering has come round again . At ten a sharp breeze sprang up from the eastward . At eleven it had increased to a gale , and by midnight the most furious storm was raging which I ever remember upon that weather-beaten coast . As I went to bed the shingle and seaweed were pattering up against my attic window , and the wind was screaming as though every gust were a lost soul . By that time the sounds of the tempest had become a lullaby to me . I knew that the grey walls of the old house would buffet it out , and for what occurred in the world outside I had small concern .