He had the reins of Barney in his hand, and had put his foot in the stirrup before he quite came to himself.

"Hell!" he exploded again, and led Barney back into the stall.
Charming Billy sat down on a box and began to build a smoke; his fingers shook a great deal, so that he sifted out twice as much tobacco as he needed.

He felt utterly bewildered and ashamed and sorry, and he could not think very clearly.

He lighted the cigarette, smoked it steadily, pinched out the stub and rolled another before he came back to anything like calm.
Even when he could bring himself to face what had happened and what it meant, he winced mentally away from the subject.

He could still feel the clinging pressure of her round, bare arms against his neck, and he once more gave his shoulders a twitch.