seven in the evening
But now , were she there , she would surely take that plunge into the blackness , which would bring her to the end of all her misery ! And yet , as she went on towards her old home , through the twilight , she had no more definite idea than that of looking once more on the place which had been cherished in her memory through all her sufferings . As to her rest for the night she had no plan , -- unless , indeed , she might find her rest in the hidden mill-pool of that dark , softly-gurgling stream . On that same day , between six and seven in the evening , the miller was told by Mr. Fenwick that his son was no longer accused of the murder . He had not received the information in the most gracious manner ; but not the less quick was he in making it known at the mill . `` Them dunderheads over at He ` tsbry has found out at last as our Sam had now ' t to do with it . '' This he said , addressing no one in particular , but in the hearing of his wife and Fanny Brattle .