Still the words would not come, but, a measure of poise returning, she kept her eyes demurely down and tucked the corners of her mouth into a little smile.
He went out of the room calling 'Ewing! ' and returned in a few minutes accompanied by an embarrassed, slightly worn young man with shell-rimmed glasses and scanty blonde hair.
The prospect of parting-probably forever - from his aunt, uncle, and cousin was one that he was able to contemplate quite cheerfully but there was nevertheless a certain awkwardness in the air.
I felt Will's eyes on me, and felt oddly self-conscious for someone who had spent most of the previous week walking around in front of him in a bikini.
That's when I discovered I couldn't stand on my own. I was too embarrassed to call for help. Legs for days and muscles of steel from dancing, but I didn't have the strength to get up.