Which I feel, though, as if there was somethin' inside me writ--writ in red letters--I got to try to read the writin' before I can talk much." She barely heard him.

Her hand was still against his face.

A deep awe and content was creeping through her, so that she began to smile and was glad that the dark covered her face.

She felt abashed before him for the first time in her life, and there was a singular sense of shame.

It was as if some door in her inner heart had opened so that Dan was at liberty to look down into her soul.