evening about half past ten
She had made up the amount with money drawn from every source , even from her poor miserable water-carrier . She had gone a-begging everywhere , importuned humbly , prayed , implored , invented fables , swallowed the shame of lying and of seeing that she was not believed . The humiliation of confessing that she had no money laid by , as was supposed , and as , through pride , she had encouraged people to suppose , the sympathy of people she despised , the refusals , the alms , she had undergone everything , endured what she would not have endured to procure bread for herself , and not once only , with a single person , but with thirty , forty , all those who had given her something or from whom she had hoped for something . -LSB- Illustration : Chapter XXXI _ At last , one evening about half past ten , she pushed the door open , entered the shop without a word of greeting , walked up to the little table where the mother and son were sitting half asleep , and placed upon it , beneath her hand which was closed like a claw , an old piece of cloth that gave forth a ringing sound . _ _ `` There it is ! '' said she . _ -RSB- At last she had succeeded in collecting the money ; but it was her master and had possession of her forever .