She had been guilty of something she would not have her brothers see, nor Olney see.

Why had she done it?
She had never done anything like it in her life, and yet she had been moonlight-sailing with young men before.

She had never desired to do anything like it.

She was overcome with shame and with the mystery of her own burgeoning womanhood.
She stole a glance at Martin, who was busy putting the boat about on the other tack, and she could have hated him for having made her do an immodest and shameful thing.

And he, of all men! Perhaps her mother was right, and she was seeing too much of him.