three o'clock
I 'd like just to have known -- whether we won the war in the end . P'raps you 'll know -- '' `` We 're winning , '' said I feebly . `` O Lord , yes , '' agreed Doe , dreamily echoing an old memory . It grew darker , though not yet three o'clock ; and my brain seemed to be receding from me with the light . I felt tired and frightened . There was a long pause , till at last I said : `` Well , I s ` pose I must be going now . '' God !