nearly eleven o'clock at night
No one , for a moment , thought me innocent . So strong was their conviction of my guilt , that had the laws not deterred them , they would have rejoiced to have put me to death on the spot . Even this would have been kindness , in a worldly sense , to what I was doomed to suffer . `` It was nearly eleven o'clock at night , but clear and bright ; the moon was nearly full ; the air a little sharp , but not cold , when I was placed , bound hand and foot , in a cart , and accompanied by the two men and two officers . I thought my heart would have burst . I opened not my mouth to speak in answer to their questions , cruel taunts , and upbraidings . I saw I was an object of horror and loathing to them -- and deservedly so , had I been the guilty creature they had cause to think me .