five
o'clock
he cried resolutely . `` I owe her -- much , much ! '' The pines and the hemlocks stood out sharply against a pink , throbbing sky in which the stars still shone faintly but brilliantly . It was five o'clock of a dim morning , and no one was astir in the In-Place as the little steamer indolently turned from the Big Bay into the Channel and headed for the wharf . Not a breath of air seemed stirring , and the stillness was unbroken except by the panting of the engines . Priscilla Glenn stood near the gangway of the boat . Now that she had left all her beautiful love and life , she was eager to hide , like a hurt and bruised thing , in the old , familiar home .