I know that quite well.

My anger--and I have been angry about it--is with myself." He was a little taken aback.

Her perfect naturalness was disarming, a little confusing.
"You certainly did seem provocative," he confessed, "but I ought to have remembered." "You are very stupid," she sighed.

"I deliberately invited your embrace.
Your withholding it would simply have added to my humiliation.

I am furious with myself, simply because, although I have lived a great part of my life with men, on equal terms with them, working with them, playing with them, seeing more of them at all times than of my own sex, such a thing has never happened to me before." "I felt that," he said simply.
For a moment her face shone.