seven o'clock
She tried to link this present morning with the former days , but her life had lost its continuity ; the past was past in a sense she had never known ; and as for the future , it was like gazing into darkness that throbbed and flashed . It meant nothing to her to say that this was Capri -- that the blue waves and the wind of morning would presently bear her to Sorrento ; the familiar had no longer a significance ; her consciousness was but a point in space and eternity . She had no regret of her undertaking , no fear of what lay before her , but a profound sadness , as though the burden of all mortal sorrows were laid upon her soul . At seven o'clock she was ready . A very few things that could be easily carried she would take with her ; her cloak would hide them . Now she must wait for the appointed moment . It seemed to be very cold ; she shivered .