But the gratification was not more exquisite than it was brief.

She looked away abruptly, and immediately began to blame herself for that abruptness.
She knew what she should have done, too late--turned slowly with her nose in the air.

And meantime his look was not removed, but continued to play upon her like a battery of cannon constantly aimed, and now seemed to isolate her alone with him, and now seemed to uplift her, as on a pillory, before the congregation.

For Archie continued to drink her in with his eyes, even as a wayfarer comes to a well-head on a mountain, and stoops his face, and drinks with thirst unassuageable.

In the cleft of her little breasts the fiery eye of the topaz and the pale florets of primrose fascinated him.