"Don't say I never gave you anything," he turned his head round to say, "Good-night." All her veins were tingling, all her pulses beating; her heart was throbbing with its sense of bliss.

He had never kissed her, that she could remember, since she was a child.

And when she returned indoors, her spirits were so extravagantly high that Mrs.Hare wondered.
"Ring for the lamp, Barbara, and you can get to your work.

But don't have the shutters closed; I like to look out on these light nights." Barbara, however, did not get to her work; she also, perhaps, liked "looking out on a light night," for she sat down at the window.

She was living the last half hour over again.