a quarter past ten
Gethryn could hardly breathe -- hardly see . He walked away and out into the street . The city was only half awake even yet . After , as it seemed , a long time , he found himself looking at a clock which said a quarter past ten . The winter sunshine slanted now on roof and pane , flooding the western side of the shabby boulevard , dappling the snow with yellow patches . He had stopped in the chilly shadow of a gateway and was looking vacantly about . He saw the sunshine across the street and shivered where he was , and yet he did not leave the shadow .