midday
Perhaps she could not . The flood-gate of an awful torrent of pent-up , bravely controlled grief may be opened in the utterance of that word `` good-bye . '' Laurence Stanninghame seemed to walk blindly , staggering in the strong sunlight . Was it the midday heat , or the strong glare ? The ever-monotonous beat of the Crown Reef stamps seemed to hammer within his brain , which seethed and swirled with the recollection of that last long kiss . He would not look back . Impervious to the furnace-like heat , he stepped out over the veldt at a pace which , by the time he reached the corner of the Wemmer property , caused him to look up wonderingly , that he should already be entering the town .