ten o'clock
His throat tightened at sight of her radiant swiftness . Her eyes were deeper , her lips more than ever red ... . On the deck of the ferry , before the start , she said : `` I feel as if we were escaping from somewhere , and could not tolerate a moment 's delay . '' ... At ten o'clock they were in the saddle , and Dunstan was far behind . The morning , as perfect as ever arose in Northern summer ; the azure glorified with golden light , and off to the South , a few shining counterpanes of cloud lay still . The half had not been told about Beth 's Clarendon , a huge rounded black , with a head slightly Roman , and every movement a pose . He was skimp of mane and tail ; such fine grain does not run to hair .