Neither was she afraid, but she was confused, and momentarily without her usual self-confidence.

One reason for her running off with Tom had been to get a chance to think.

No girl, however coolly her blood may flow, can be pressed to a man's breast, wildly throbbing with love for her, and not experience some agitation in consequence.

Whatever may be the state of her sentiments, there is a magnetism in such a contact which she cannot at once throw off.

That kiss had brought her relations with Henry to a crisis.