noon
She shivered a little at the thought of that intimate , peculiar , utter oneness . And then , with a sickening , horrible sinking of the heart , she realised that , however well such a secret as that she guarded might be hidden before the priest and the clergyman made they twain One , it must be known of both afterwards , or else be for ever threatening to start through the burying earth , crying , `` I am here . How came you to forget ? '' She had been cold in the sultry heat of that long noon , and deaf when voices spoke to her . She was thinking ... . How if she might be mistaken in Beauvayse , even now ? He was beautiful and brave and alluring to her woman 's sense in what she knew of him and what was yet to know .