Eleven o'clock
Such a fine , clean-looking girl like you . Indeed , you do n't got to ask to be let out twice . '' Thirty minutes later , and because her wildly beating brain could figure out no alternative , Lilly sat on a bench in the waiting room of the Grand Central Station , bags at her feet , trying to subdue her state of trembling . Eleven o'clock moved around largely on the station clock . She was due at the Broadway Melody Shop . Still she sat on , the palpitating surface of her gradually slowing its throb . The reverberating terminal , then at the excavating state of its gigantic reconstruction , rang to the crash of steel with the fantastic echo of tunnel and of blasting .