The self-consciousness shown would have been vanity if a little more pronounced, dignity if a little less.

Rays of male vision seem to have a tickling effect upon virgin faces in rural districts; she brushed hers with her hand, as if Gabriel had been irritating its pink surface by actual touch, and the free air of her previous movements was reduced at the same time to a chastened phase of itself.

Yet it was the man who blushed, the maid not at all.
"I found a hat," said Oak.
"It is mine," said she, and, from a sense of proportion, kept down to a small smile an inclination to laugh distinctly: "it flew away last night." "One o'clock this morning ?" "Well--it was." She was surprised.

"How did you know ?" she said.
"I was here." "You are Farmer Oak, are you not ?" "That or thereabouts.

I'm lately come to this place." "A large farm ?" she inquired, casting her eyes round, and swinging back her hair, which was black in the shaded hollows of its mass; but it being now an hour past sunrise the rays touched its prominent curves with a colour of their own.
"No; not large.