six o’clock
A chimney was standing , and I must have clung to it with all my strength , like an animal that dreads death . Then , nothing , nothing , a black pit , oblivion . Why am I still here ? They tell me that people from Saintin came toward six o'clock , with boats , and that they found me lying on a chimney , unconscious . The water was cruel not to have carried me away to be with those who were dear to me . All the others are gone ! The babes in swaddling clothes , the girls to be married , the young married couples , the old married couples .