eleven
o'clock
Any more of their nonsense and she would thrash them , thrash them both , by God ! And perhaps they did n't think she could ! Well , she would see ! Distractedly she seized the lunch that the char-woman brought at eleven o'clock -- a roll of black bread with two dripping chops -- and she swallowed it in a few hurried mouthfuls . Then , wiping her furrowed face with her dirty , greasy apron , she walked over to her niece 's stall , planted herself with arms folded in front of it , and began her lecture . That business had got to stop , if you please ! The family of _ tia _ Picores could not be the talk of the Fishmarket all the time .