ten o'clock
Benton slept ; Linda slept . The house was very quiet . To Stella , brooding in that kitchen chair , it became oppressive , that funeral hush . When it was drawing near ten o'clock , she walked up the road past the corner store and post-office , and so out to the end of the wharf . The air was hot and heavy , pungent , gray with the smoke . Farther along , St. Allwoods bulked mistily amid its grounds . The crescent of shore line half a mile distant was wholly obscured .