Since when had Cydaria learnt to blush?
Even at Hatchstead my blush had been the target for her mockery.

"Tell her," she repeated angrily.
But Barbara knew.

Turning to her, I had seen the knowledge take shape in her eyes and grow to revulsion and dismay.

I could not tell what she would say; but now my fear was in no way for myself.

She seemed to watch Nell for awhile in a strange mingling of horror and attraction.