And because he wanted to appear calm and friendly, not too eager, he had to deny himself the thrill of meeting those changing eyes.
"Sure I do.

Reckon I'm overbold on such short acquaintance.

But I might not have another chance to tell you, so please don't hold it against me." This declaration over, Jean felt relief and something of exultation.

He had been afraid he might not have the courage to make it.

She walked on as before, only with her head bowed a little and her eyes downcast.
No color but the gold-brown tan and the blue tracery of veins showed in her cheeks.