I have seen it often in convalescents.

Aphrodite breathes this hue on the faces and figures of her favourites only, as the god of time imparts the green tinge to the bronze.

Nothing is more beautiful than when such women blush." "Your sight is keen," replied Archibius, smiling.

"It seemed indeed as if not Eos, but her faint reflection in the western horizon, was tinting the sky, when joy or shame sent the colour to her cheeks, But when wrath took possession of her--and ere the King's return this often happened--she could look as if she were lifeless, like a marble statue, with lips as colourless as those of a corpse.
"My father said that the blood of Physkon and other degenerate ancestors, who had not learned to control their passions, was asserting itself in her also.

But I must continue my story, or the messenger will interrupt me too soon.
"Gabinius was bringing back the King.