nearly noon
I want to tell you about it , my beloved ! '' Travers watched her as he spoke . Again that tremor ran through Priscilla . It was nearly noon when they stopped , at Travers 's word . They had come , silently , up the trail , only their footsteps and their quicker breathing breaking the awesome stillness . Their separate thoughts were bringing them dangerously nearer together , trampling caution , warning , and purpose beneath their young yearning for the vital meaning of life . When they faced each other at last it was as if they had indeed been transfigured .