about eight o’clock
So like a calm pond at dawn , reflecting every hastening , passing cloud , she reflected upon her full , gentle , kind face every swift sensation , every thought of the other four . She did not give a single thought to the fact that she , too , was upon trial , that she , too , would be hanged ; she was entirely indifferent to it . It was in her house that the bombs and the dynamite had been discovered , and , strange though it may seem , it was she who had met the police with pistol-shots and had wounded one of the detectives in the head . The trial ended at about eight o'clock , when it had become dark . Before Musya 's and Golovin 's eyes the sky , which had been turning ever bluer , was gradually losing its tint , but it did not turn rosy , did not smile softly as in summer evenings , but became muddy , gray , and suddenly grew cold , wintry . Golovin heaved a sigh , stretched himself , glanced again twice at the window , but the cold darkness of the night alone was there ; then continuing to tug at his short beard , he began to examine with childish curiosity the judges , the soldiers with their muskets , and he smiled at Tanya Kovalchuk . When the sky had darkened Musya calmly , without lowering her eyes to the ground , turned them to the corner where a small cobweb was quivering from the imperceptible radiations of the steam heat , and thus she remained until the sentence was pronounced .