twelve o'clock at night
in course no ! But to me , pard , it 's just fetchin ' me ! Lifts me clear outer my boots every time ! Why , when I popped into that thar room , and saw that lady -- all gold , furbelows , and spangles -- at twelve o'clock at night , sittin ' in that cheer and you a-cuttin ' her h ' r and swabbin ' her head o ' blood , and kinder prospectin ' for ` indications , ' so to speak , and doin ' it so kam and indifferent like , I sez to myself , ` Rube , Rube , ' sez I , ` this yer 's life ! city life ! San Francisker life ! and b ` gosh , you 've dropped into it !