night, about eleven o'clock
-- nothing beneath ? -- all ? So many a political reformer will tell you , -- and many a private reformer , too , who has gone among them with a heart tender with Christ 's charity , and come out outraged , hardened . One rainy night , about eleven o'clock , a crowd of half-clothed women stopped outside of the cellar-door . They were going home from the cotton-mill . `` Good-night , Deb , '' said one , a mulatto , steadying herself against the gas-post . She needed the post to steady her .