The stinging sweetness of their kiss still clung to their lips, to which passionate phrases surged, and they longed to kiss once more.

But shame restrained them from the expression of any such desire.

They felt that they would rather never taste that bliss again than speak of it aloud.
If their blood had not been lashed by their rapid march, if the darkness had not offered complicity, they would, for a long time yet, have continued kissing each other on the cheeks like old playfellows.
Feelings of modesty were coming to Miette.

She remembered Justin's coarseness.

A few hours previously she had listened, without a blush, to that fellow who called her a shameless girl.