She was puritan, like her father, high-minded, and really stern.

Therefore the dusky, golden softness of this man's sensuous flame of life, that flowed off his flesh like the flame from a candle, not baffled and gripped into incandescence by thought and spirit as her life was, seemed to her something wonderful, beyond her.
He came and bowed above her.

A warmth radiated through her as if she had drunk wine.
"Now do come and have this one wi' me," he said caressively.

"It's easy, you know.

I'm pining to see you dance." She had told him before she could not dance.