This intimate intercourse, alike in its simple directness and its novelty, began to wear on her to the point of physical distress.
She felt tremulous and faint.

Not that Faircloth jarred upon or was distasteful to her.

Far from that.

His youth and health, the unspoiled vigour and force of him, captivated her imagination.

Even the dash of roughness, the lapses from conventional forms of speech and manner she now and again observed in him, caught her fancy, heightening his attraction for her.