half past nine
I ca n't say what it was . I can only say the horrors laid hold of me and hunted me then and there out of the house . `` I put on my bonnet , and slipped the key of the street door into my pocket . It was only half past nine -- or maybe a quarter to ten . If I had any one clear notion in my head , it was the notion of running away , and never allowing myself to set eyes on the house or the husband more . `` I went up the street -- and came back . I went down the street -- and came back .