eight o'clock precisely
Blanche ! '' Pure thoughts are angel visitants ! be such The frequent inmates of thy guileless breast ; They hallow all things by their sacred touch , And ope the portals of the land of rest . At eight o'clock precisely , Wilkins stepped down from his desk , gave orders to have the store closed , and told Guly he would be ready in one moment . The clerks , most of them , dropped the curtain of linen over the goods , and went out , not sleeping in the store and having no pass key . While Jeff was putting up the shutters , Guly went to Arthur and told him he was going out to see one of Wilkins ' friends a little while , but would be back soon , and begged him to go to bed and try to sleep that haggard look from his face . `` Yes , '' Arthur said , he had no doubt but he needed rest and would try to gain it ; and shaking hands they parted .