She repelled him passionately, facing him with gleaming eyes, and lips white with anger and disgust.

He was surprised, at first--then angry; but she spoke to him in a way that cowed, and finally almost made him ashamed of himself.

He even went so far, afterward, as to try to knock a fellow down for speaking disrespectfully of "Neelie." For her own part, she locked herself into her room, and cried tempestuously for half an hour; then she spent a still longer time in lying with her heated face upon the pillow, reviewing the incidents of her life since Bressant had entered into it.

He was the superior of any man she had met before or since: she was sure of it now; it could no longer be called the infatuation of inexperience.

She took herself well to task for the recent laxity and imprudence of her conduct; did not spare to cut where the flesh was tender; and resolved never again to lay herself open to blame.
This was very well, but the mood was too strained and exalted to be depended upon.