She hated herself for blushing--and hated him for making her.
"Upon my word!" she stammered.

It was all she could get out.
He did not triumph over her discomfiture; his eyes were cast down, and his hand trembled.

Colina could not tell whether he were more bold or simple.

She had a sinking fear that here was a young man capable of setting all her maxims on men at naught.

She didn't know what to do with him.
"What do you know about me ?" she demanded.
It sounded feeble in her own ears.