And in the process of this meditation she came to an action of hers, recollection of which brought the blood tingling to her neck and cheeks, so unusually and burningly that she covered them with her hands.

"What did he think of me ?" she mused, doubtfully.

It did not matter what he thought, but she could not help wondering.

And when she came to the memory of his kiss she suffered more than the sensation of throbbing scarlet cheeks.
Scornfully and bitterly she burst out, "Shore he couldn't have thought much good of me." The half hour following this reminiscence was far from being pleasant.
Proud, passionate, strong-willed Ellen Jorth found herself a victim of conflicting emotions.

The event of the day was too close.