The hand on which Amaryllis had laid hers in passing tingled under the touch.
Unconsciously she shook off the sensation of contact.

The whole clear white interior of the hall became instantly unclean.

Her standards of right and wrong were shaken; the wholesale assaults on her ideals left her shocked and unconfident.

She felt the panic that all innocent women feel when suddenly aroused to the unfitness of their surroundings.
When she turned to hurry to her room, a flood of scarlet rushed into her cheeks and she shrank back, shaken with surprise and delight.
Before her stood a man, pale and thin, with his eyes upon her..