about ten o'clock in the
morning
One can not wonder that a rebellious cry rose from her tortured heart ; but the cry did not escape her lips . It was stifled in her inmost soul with the hopes she had just relinquished forever . Suddenly the door opened , and the jailer entered . It was now about ten o'clock in the morning . `` There is a prisoner below who has just arrived , and who wishes to see you , citoyenne . '' `` It is he ! '' thought Dolores , turning pale at the thought of meeting Philip again .