summer noon
Now that you know , can you bear with a man who -- limps ? You , so perfect ? '' She turned toward me . Her kohl-dark eyes , vivid as a summer noon , opened to my anxious scrutiny . `` But I have seen you often , '' she said , the heat of confession bright on cheek and lip . `` I never meant you to know , but now -- ! After the first time you spoke to me so kindly and gayly -- I was so very sorrowfully alone -- and the convent was so dull !