midnight
They entered and marched up the narrow streets towards the Temple . It was the hour of the day when all men should be stirring and busy with their work , but lo ! the place was desolate -- yes , although so crowded , it still was desolate . On the pavement lay bodies of men and women slain in some midnight outrage . From behind the lattices of the windows they caught sight of the eyes of hundreds peeping at them , but none gave them a good-morrow , or said one single word . The silence of death seemed to brood upon the empty thoroughfares . Presently it was broken by a single wailing voice that reached their ears from so far away that they could not catch its meaning .