eleven o'clock at night
I threw down the hot poultice I had ready in despair . Of what use was it ? Jims was dying , and it was my fault -- I had n't been careful enough ! `` Just then -- at eleven o'clock at night -- the door bell rang . Such a ring -- it pealed all over the house above the roar of the storm . Susan could n't go -- she dared not lay Jims down -- so I rushed downstairs . In the hall I paused just a minute -- I was suddenly overcome by an absurd dread .