ten o’clock
When he got up in the morning , his whole being was knotted up over this one thought : `` I 've got to go and look for advertisements for a job . '' It stood in front of the morning , that thought , killing all joy and even life , for him . His heart felt like a tight knot . And then , at ten o'clock , he set off . He was supposed to be a queer , quiet child . Going up the sunny street of the little town , he felt as if all the folk he met said to themselves : `` He 's going to the Co-op . reading-room to look in the papers for a place .