eight o'clock
`` Queen of Heaven ! and what I went through when I was a shopboy in a fish-shop ! '' Yegor Ivanitch went on , flinging up his arms so that his fox-lined coat fell open . `` One would go out to the shop almost before it was light ... by eight o'clock I was completely frozen , my face was blue , my fingers were stiff so that I could not fasten my buttons nor count the money . One would stand in the cold , turn numb , and think , ` Lord , I shall have to stand like this right on till evening ! ' By dinner-time my stomach was pinched and my heart was aching ... . Yes !