No doubt, it was from feeling warmer.

I went through the blood of the other for my impression.' 'Name the other,' said the earl, and his features were sharp.
You can have the name,' Gower answered.

'It was the girl, Madge Winch.' Fleetwood's hard stare melted to surprise and contemptuous amusement.
'You see the lady to be the "most noble of ladies" through the warming you get by passing into the feelings of Madge Winch ?' Sarcasm was in the tone, and beneath it a thrill of compassionateness traversed him and shot a remorseful sting with the vision of those two young women on the coach at the scene of the fight.

He had sentience of their voices, nigh to hearing them.

The forlorn bride's hand given to the anxious girl behind her gushed an image of the sisterhood binding women under the pangs they suffer from men.