Of the man, she had a glimpse only of a broad blue flannel back and a mop of black hair.
She heard him say to the dog: "Our last meal alone, old fel'! To-night, if we're lucky, we'll dine with her!" This conveyed nothing to Colina--she was to remember it later.
In speaking he turned his profile, and she received an agreeable shock; he was young; he was not common; he had a fair, pink skin that contrasted oddly with his swarthy locks; his bold profile accorded with her fancy.
What caught her off her guard was his affectionate, quizzical glance at the dog.
It was a seductive glimpse of a stern face softened.
The dog scented her and barked; the man turning sprang to his feet.
Colina experienced a sudden and extraordinary confusion of her faculties.
He was taller than she expected--that was not it; in the glance of his eager dark eyes there was a quality that took her completely by surprise--that took her breath away.

This in one of the sex she condescended to! The young man was completely dumfounded by the sight of her.

He hung in suspended motion; his wide eyes leaped to hers--and clung there.
They silently gazed at each other--each with much the same pained and breathless look.
Colina struggled hard against the spell.

She was badly flustered.
"Please catch my horse for me," she said with, under the circumstances, intolerable hauteur.
He did not move.

She saw a dull, red tide creep up from his neck, over his face and into his hair.