Four o'clock
The darkness was intense , it was extraordinarily cold . I glared at them and tried to understand what new crime I had committed . One of the six was repeating : `` Get up , you are going away . Four o'clock . '' After several attempts I got up . They formed a circle around me ; and together we marched a few steps to a sort of storeroom , where my great sack , small sack , and overcoat were handed to me . A rather agreeably voiced guard then handed me a half-cake of chocolate , saying -LRB- but with a tolerable grimness -RRB- : `` You 'll need it , believe me . ''