Her volubility fluttered under his deeply wistful look, and now neither voice was high, and they were mutually constrained.
"You see," she murmured, "we are old acquaintances." Richard, with his eyes still intently fixed on her, returned, "You are very beautiful!" The words slipped out.

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
Her overpowering beauty struck his heart, and, like an instrument that is touched and answers to the touch, he spoke.
Miss Desborough made an effort to trifle with this terrible directness; but his eyes would not be gainsaid, and checked her lips.

She turned away from them, her bosom a little rebellious.

Praise so passionately spoken, and by one who has been a damsel's first dream, dreamed of nightly many long nights, and clothed in the virgin silver of her thoughts in bud, praise from him is coin the heart cannot reject, if it would.

She quickened her steps.
"I have offended you!" said a mortally wounded voice across her shoulder.
That he should think so were too dreadful.
"Oh no, no! you would never offend me." She gave him her whole sweet face.
"Then why--why do you leave me ?" "Because," she hesitated, "I must go." "No.