midnight
Something of herself , something dearer than self , was gone from her forever , and an infinite loneliness and silence , as of endless years , settled on her soul . She wished neither food nor words , only to be alone . Then gradually the pain of injury stung her when the blood flowed fuller . As Miss Smith knelt beside her one night to make her simple prayer Zora sat suddenly upright , white-swathed , dishevelled , with fury in her midnight eyes . `` I want no prayers ! '' she cried , `` I will not pray ! He is no God of mine .