noon
She watched them running in circles like things on wheels and moving by clockwork . Then she closed her eyes , but still she saw them circling , circling , circling . Then she was in the toy department of the Magazin du Louvre and a shop-woman was shewing her toy rabbits that ran in circles , five francs each . She awoke at noon ; the sore throat was gone , her bones no longer ached and the great beach lay under the heat of noon , humming like a stretched string to the touch of the sea . Her left arm and side and thigh were scorched by the sun , but that was nothing ; the sense of illness was gone , and her mind , quite clear and renewed , had regained its balance . She remembered everything . La Touche was lying there in the cave , dead .