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Don't say anything now ...

I do not blame you, truly I do not.

It was contemptible of me--to do it--wearing this--" she stretched out her slender left hand, not looking at him; "it was contemptible!" ...
She slowly raised her eyes, summoning all her courage to face him.
But he only saw in the pink confusion of her lovely face the dawning challenge of a coquette saluting her adversary in gay acknowledgment of his fleeting moment of success.

And as his face fell, then hardened into brightness, instantly she divined how he rated her, and in a flash realized her weapons and her security, and that the control of the situation was hers, not in the control of this irresolute young man who stood so silently considering her.