noon
She was very tired , and the absolute stillness was refreshing and restoring after the long-drawn-out emotions of the stormy day . Never , in her short and passionate life , had so many events been crowded into the space of a few hours . Since the morning she had felt almost everything that her wild , high-strung nature was capable of feeling -- love , triumph , failure , humiliation -- anger , hate , despair , and danger of sudden death . She was amazed when , looking back , she remembered that at noon on that day her life and all its interests had been stationary at the point familiar to her during a whole month , the point that still lay within the boundaries of hope 's kingdom , the point at which the man she loved had wounded her by speaking of brotherly affection and sisterly regard . She could almost believe , when she thought of it all , that some one had done to her as she had done to others , that she had been cast into a state of sleep , and had been forced against her will to live through the storms of years in the lethargy of an hour . And yet , despite all , her memory was distinct , her faculties were awake , her intellect had lost none of its clearness , even in the last and worst hour of all . She could recall each look on the Wanderer 's face , each tone of his cold speech , each intonation of her own passionate outpourings .