twenty-five minutes past
seven
Her tears rained down on the small counterpane . `` My sweet baby I my little Katherine ! I may never kiss you again -- never see you any more ' -- you may grow up to be a woman and know nothing of your mother ! '' The clock ticked loud in the quiet room -- it was twenty-five minutes past seven . `` One kiss more , my little darling . If they ever tell you ... they 'll say because your mother left you ... Oh , will she think I did not love her ? Hush ! ''