midnight
none ! Every thought was self-reproachful . Every feeling was of self-rebuke and mortification . Every dream was a haunting one of terror , merged for ever in the deep midnight cry of a fateful voice which bade him despair . `` Curse God and die ! '' In respect to his human fortunes , the voice was utterly without pity . He had summed up for himself , as calmly as possible , all his chances of escape .