"You weren't certain. Tell the truth! Were you certain?"
"No, I was not," he said with the sulky honesty which should have moved her.
"And had you been thinking of me?"
He would not answer that.
"I shan't be hurt," she said, swaying from foot to foot, "because I know!" Against the invading blackness her face and teeth gleamed clearly.
"You're like a black cat!" he burst out, in forgetfulness of himself.
"A witch's cat!"
"A witch."
"Do you think witches are ever afraid? Only when they see the cross, isn't it? But I was, George, when I called out."
"What of?"