ten o'clock
The memory of this night , with its feverish turmoil and pangs of conscience , waxed dim . What I had experienced and felt became a dream , A leaden weariness took possession of me ; I closed my eyes and thought about nothing . `` And then came a blissful hour . It was towards ten o'clock when Martha suddenly opened her faithful blue eyes and looked up at me consciously and brightly . `` I felt as if God 's eye had turned , full of pity and forgiveness , towards me , the sinner . A pure , holy joy streamed through me . I fell across my sister 's body , and hid my face at her neck .