seven o'clock in the morning
It restored in him the full ` will to live ' . But she felt it destroyed her . Her soul seemed blasted . At seven o'clock in the morning Helena lay in the deliciously cool water , while small waves ran up the beach full and clear and foamless , continuing perfectly in their flicker the rhythm of the night 's passion . Nothing , she felt , had ever been so delightful as this cool water running over her . She lay and looked out on the shining sea . All things , it seemed , were made of sunshine more or less soiled .