If a fellow's father, for instance--" "Oh, I know; Edith told me all about it." Her tone was curious, and while it did not encourage further explanations or apologies, it also lacked absolution of the offense I had committed.
I sat down in the grass, half-facing her to better my chance of a look into her eyes.

I was consumed by a desire to know if they still had the power to send crimply waves all over me.

For the rest, she was prettier even than I remembered her to be, and I could fairly see what little sense or composure I had left slide away from me.

I looked at her fatuously, and she looked speculatively at a sharp ridge of the divide as if that sketch were the only thing around there that could possibly interest her.
"Why do you spend every summer out here in the wilderness ?" I asked, feeling certain that nothing but speech could save me from going hopelessly silly.
She turned her eyes calmly toward me, and--their power had not weakened, at all events.

I felt as if I had taken hold of a battery with all the current turned on.
"Why, I suppose I like it here in summer.