Blushingness

WHEN a young lady is first introduced into society, the concomitant observations on her coming out, invariably turn on the ease of her address, the toss of her head, or the pink of her shoe; and there are many, either actuated by the qualms of envy, or afraid of losing the reputation of quiz, which had been hitherto awarded them, who are very willing to be before hand with the multitude, and discern her address to be childish blushingness, that she has a vulgar swing in her gait, or that the colour of her shoe is nothing but a dirty white.

While he [Henry VIII] was still a youth in youth’s rosiness, blushingness, and grace, he was also a man in stature and in strength; […]

It wasn’t a rape, it was sodomy. He became impotent. And the police asked me with some blushingness whether I, since I was twenty-five and living in New York by myself—they presumed that I was not, er, a virgin, and I said with great casualness “Oh, no.”