There was no consciousness of triumph in his manner.
His eyes flew back to hers with the same extraordinarily naive glance.
When Colina frowned under it he literally dragged them away, but in spite of him they soon returned.
Many a man's eyes had been offered to Colina, but never a pair that glowed with a fire like this.

They were at the same time bold and humble.

They contained an imploring appeal without any sacrifice of self-respect.

They disturbed Colina to such a degree she scarcely knew what she was doing.
He offered her a hand to mount, and she drew back with an offended air.
He instantly yielded, and she mounted unaided--mounted awkwardly, and bit her lip again.
He did not immediately loose her rein.

Out of the corner of her eye Colina saw that he was breathing fast.
"It will he late before you get home," he said.