one o'clock in the morning
-- Someone walking softly in sandals on the thickness of the plane-tree leaves strewing the soil . -- Then , a whistled appeal . -- What , already ! -- Already one o'clock in the morning -- ! Quite resolved now , she opened the door to the chief smuggler with a smile of greeting that the latter had never seen in her : `` Come in , Itchoua , '' she said , `` warm yourself -- while I go wake up my son . '' A tall and large man , that Itchoua , thin , with a thick chest , clean shaven like a priest , in accordance with the fashion of the old time Basque ; under the cap which he never took off , a colorless face , inexpressive , cut as with a pruning hook , and recalling the beardless personages archaically drawn on the missals of the fifteenth century . Above his hollow cheeks , the breadth of the jaws , the jutting out of the muscles of the neck gave the idea of his extreme force .