noon
He might fancy that she , a believing Catholic , had -- a number of disagreeable suppositions ran through her mind . She had always been inclined to hate the propagandist since the tragedy in her family . It was a pity Count Anteoni had not indulged his imp in a different fashion . The beauty of the noon seemed spoiled . `` Forgive my malice , '' Count Anteoni said . `` It was really a thing of thistledown . Can it be going to do harm ?