the noon sun
Perhaps it proves that they are very potently restrained , '' said Philip Borsdale , perversely . Perversely , Sir Thomas always steadfastly protested , because he said that to believe in Herrick 's sanity was not conducive to your own . So Sir Thomas shrugged , and went toward the open window . Without the road was a dazzling gray under the noon sun , for the sky was cloudless . The ordered trees were rustling pleasantly , very brave in their autumnal liveries . Under a maple across the way some seven laborers were joking lazily as they ate their dinner . A wagon lumbered by , the driver whistling .