twelve
o'clock
it was too late for her to make now the effort to change her habitual frame of mind : living , she had ever hated me -- dying , she must hate me still . The nurse now entered , and Bessie followed . I yet lingered half-an-hour longer , hoping to see some sign of amity : but she gave none . She was fast relapsing into stupor ; nor did her mind again rally : at twelve o'clock that night she died . I was not present to close her eyes , nor were either of her daughters . They came to tell us the next morning that all was over . She was by that time laid out .