the hour of six
For can any of us feel that God has countenanced the murder , pillage and intimidation which the whites of Wilmington have resorted to ? And for what ? '' Thus she soliloquized as she watched the day die . The clock in the old Presbyterian Church slowly chimed the hour of six . A long jingle of the doorbell awoke Mrs. McLane from her reverie . `` Mrs. Hill , Mrs. Bruce and Mrs. Engel , missis , '' said a servant , slightly pulling the door ajar and pushing her head in . `` All right , Margaret , I 'll be right down , '' answered the lady .