five minutes past one
There are always these dark figures that scuttle thus through the first hours of the morning . Whither ? Twice remarks were flung after her from passing figures in slouch-hats -- furtive remarks through closed lips . At five minutes past one she was at the ticket-office grating of a train-terminal that was more ornate than a rajah 's dream . `` Adalia -- please . Huh ? Ohio .