eight o'clock
-LSB- Illustration : Carry Brattle . -RSB- She got a lump of bread and a glass of beer in the middle of the day , and then she walked on and on till the evening came . She went very slowly , stopping often and sitting down when the road side would afford her some spot of green shade . At eight o'clock she had walked fifteen miles , straight along the road , and , as she knew well , had passed the turn which would have taken her by the nearest way from Salisbury to Bullhampton . She had formed no plan , but entertained a hope that if she continued to walk they would not catch her so as to take her to Heytesbury on the morrow . She knew that if she went on she might get to Pycroft Common by this road ; and though there was no one in the whole world whom she hated worse than Mrs. Burrows , still at Pycroft Common she might probably be taken in and sheltered . At eight she reached a small village which she remembered to have seen before , of which she saw the name written up on a board , and which she knew to be six miles from Bullhampton .