Her beautiful muslin dress was rent and draggled.

It was drying rapidly under the ever-increasing power of the sun, and she surreptitiously endeavored to complete the fastening of the open portion about her neck.

Other details must be left until a more favorable opportunity.
She recalled the strange sight that first met her eyes when she recovered consciousness.
"You hurt your finger," she said abruptly.

"Let me see it." They had reached the shelter of the trees, pleasantly grateful now, so powerful are tropical sunbeams at even an early hour.
He held out his right hand without looking at her.

Indeed, his eyes had been studiously averted during the past few minutes.