four o'clock
Her very soul was in rebellion . She stopped short and looked about her . She was on the road to Father Honoré 's house . It was just four o'clock , for the long whistle was sounding from the stone sheds down in the valley . She saw the quarrymen start homewards . Dark irregular files of them began crawling up over the granite ledges , many of which were lightly covered with snow . Although it was February , the winter was mild for this latitude , and the twelve hundred men in The Gore had lost but a few days during the last three months on account of the weather .