noon
I am but as a straw whirled in the resistless eddies of a whirlpool . I feel that I _ must _ see her again , even if it be but in her tomb in the crypt . I must , I suppose , prepare myself for the venture , for many things have to be thought of . The visit must not be at night , for in such case I might miss her , did she come to me again here ... The morning came and went , but my wish and intention still remained ; and so in the full tide of noon , with the sun in all its fiery force , I set out for the old church of St. Sava . I carried with me a lantern with powerful lens . I had wrapped it up secretly , for I had a feeling that I should not like anyone to know that I had such a thing with me . On this occasion I had no misgivings .