nine in the morning
Her feet became like ice , and then the chill crept up her body ; and though she clung very close to her lover , she could not keep herself from shivering as though in an ague fit . She had no hesitation now in striving to obtain some warmth by his close proximity . It seemed to her as though the cold would kill her before she could reach Augsburg . The train would not be due there till nine in the morning , and it was still dark night as she thought that it would be impossible for her to sustain such an agony of pain much longer . It was still dark night , and the violent rain was pattering against the glass , and the damp came in through the crevices , and the wind blew bitterly upon her ; and then as she turned a little to ask her lover to find some comfort for her , some mitigation of her pain , she perceived that he was asleep . Then the tears began to run down her cheeks , and she told herself that it would be well if she could die . After all , what did she know of this man who was now sleeping by her side , -- this man to whom she had intrusted everything , more than her happiness , her very soul ?