ten o'clock
Such a thing might occur . An expression of annoyance contracted her face , and she resumed her sewing . The hours passed slowly and oppressively . It was now ten o'clock , and the tail had still to be bound with braid , and the side strings to be sewn in . She had no tape by her , and thought of putting off these finishing touches till the morning , but plucking up her courage , she determined to go down and fetch from the shop what was required . The walk did her good , but it was hard to sit down to work again ; and the next few minutes seemed to her interminable : but at last the final stitch was given , the thread bitten off , and the dress held up in triumph . She looked at it for a moment with a feeling of pride , which soon faded into a sensation of indifference .