1 A bright flush flew to Mattie's cheeks.
2 He longed to stoop his cheek and rub it against her scarf.
3 Under his cheek he felt a hard object with strange protuberances.
4 He saw the rise of the colour in Mattie's averted cheek, and the quick lifting of Zeena's head.
5 The next moment they sank to her flushed cheeks and she began to mount the stairs ahead of Zeena.
6 Mattie came forward, unwinding her wraps, the colour of the cherry scarf in her fresh lips and cheeks.
7 Then she snatched her hands from his, threw her arms about his neck, and pressed a sudden drenched cheek against his face.
8 She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.
9 Frome turned away again, and taking up his razor stooped to catch the reflection of his stretched cheek in the blotched looking-glass above the wash-stand.
10 But his cheek touched hers, and it was cold and full of weeping, and he saw the road to the Flats under the night and heard the whistle of the train up the line.
11 She sat opposite the window, and the pale light reflected from the banks of snow made her face look more than usually drawn and bloodless, sharpened the three parallel creases between ear and cheek, and drew querulous lines from her thin nose to the corners of her mouth.