twelve
o'clock
he exclaimed , `` he might well bear to die ; he was innocent ; it was I that burned Bodagh Buie 's haggard ; he had neither act nor part in it no more than the child unborn . I swore away his life out of revinge to his father an ' jealousy of himself about Una O'Brien . Oh , if I had as little to answer for now as he , I could die -- die ! Sweet Jasus , an ' must I die to-morrow -- be in the flames o ' hell afore twelve o'clock ? tarrible ! terrible ! '' It was absolutely , to use his own word , `` terrible , '' to witness the almost superhuman energy of his weakness .