twenty past ten
Beatrice went to clean the step of the front door . She clanged the bucket loudly , every minute becoming more and more angry . That piece of work finished , she went into the kitchen . It was twenty past ten . Her wrath was at ignition point . She cleared all the things from the table and washed them up . As she was so doing , her anger , having reached full intensity without bursting into flame , began to dissipate in uneasiness .