eight o'clock in the morning
He looked at her full in the face , his own features softened , relenting for a time , as though her appeal had touched either his mental or his moral nature . Then slowly , as he saw the excellence of her , standing there , his face dropped back into its iron mold . `` You are a wonderful woman , '' he said , `` wonderful . You set me on fire -- and it 's only eight o'clock in the morning . I could crush you -- I could tear you to pieces . I never saw your like , nor ever shall . Let you go ?