He saw the breasts heave, and the flowers shake with the heaving, and marvelled what should so much discompose the girl.
And Christina was conscious of his gaze--saw it, perhaps, with the dainty plaything of an ear that peeped among her ringlets; she was conscious of changing colour, conscious of her unsteady breath.

Like a creature tracked, run down, surrounded, she sought in a dozen ways to give herself a countenance.

She used her handkerchief--it was a really fine one--then she desisted in a panic: "He would only think I was too warm." She took to reading in the metrical psalms, and then remembered it was sermon-time.

Last she put a "sugar-bool" in her mouth, and the next moment repented of the step.

It was such a homely-like thing! Mr.
Archie would never be eating sweeties in kirk; and, with a palpable effort, she swallowed it whole, and her colour flamed high.