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Everything was forgotten in that moment. Russet clung to her lover, her eyes were on his face, her arms about his neck as if she could never let him go again. They were no longer standing alone in the midnight in a deserted street--they might have been in some paradise for all they knew or cared. It was a long time before either of them spoke. Cathcart could feel the girl's heart beating against his own, her warm breath was on his cheek, the pressure of those soft arms was infinitely soothing. The gaol was close behind him, but he felt the shadow no longer.
"Russet, where did you come from?" George asked.