Demelza thought, She’s one day too late; just one day. How beautiful she is. How I hate her. Then she glanced at Ross again, and for the first time, like the stab of a treacherous knife, it occurred to her that Ross’s desire for her the previous night was a flicker of empty passion. All day she had been too preoccupied with her own feelings to spare time for his, but she could see so much in his eyes.
