the hour of one
The breeze , too , seemed now to blow from a slightly different direction . It came through the windows on my right , beyond which lay the unkempt bushes which extended on that side to the wall of the grounds . So we sat , until the moonlight poured fully in upon Bristol 's back . So we sat when the clock chimed the hour of one . Bristol arose and once more went out to the gate . He had arranged to visit Morris 's post every half-hour . Again I experienced the nervous dread that he would be attacked in the avenue ; but again he returned unscathed .