I did not see him, and when I returned home I felt angry and hurt and--and--but never mind that either.

One day I found him, and I at once rode to the well where he was standing by his horse.

He drew water for Dolcy, but the perverse mare would not drink." "A characteristic of her sex," I muttered.
"What did you say ?" asked the girl.
"Nothing." She continued: "He seemed constrained and distant in his manner, but I knew, that is, I thought--I mean I felt--oh, you know--he looked as if he were glad to see me and I--I, oh, God! I was so glad and happy to see him that I could hardly restrain myself to act at all maidenly.

He must have heard my heart beat.

I thought he was in trouble.