Twelve o’clock
said Legree , starting . A heavy old Dutch clock , that stood in the corner of the room , began , and slowly struck twelve . For some reason or other , Legree neither spoke nor moved ; a vague horror fell on him ; while Cassy , with a keen , sneering glitter in her eyes , stood looking at him , counting the strokes . `` Twelve o'clock ; well _ now _ we 'll see , '' said she , turning , and opening the door into the passage-way , and standing as if listening . `` Hark ! What 's that ? '' said she , raising her finger .