noon
And Qatim sat back on his haunches , and laughed , clapping his enormous hands . She was not dead , and her hands were not injured , but she was too hideous to show herself unveiled and too twisted to be recognised in the street . So all that was left to him to do was to cure her injuries -- which he did , and quickly , under the advice of an old herbalist in the Silk Market , -- and then sit down for the rest of his life whilst she drew strange little marks on those pale pink leaves . '' _ My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks , my love ; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks , my love _ . '' SHELLEY . For some inexplicable reason , the little old lady 's trust in Jill 's son was unshakable . Why , she could not have well explained .