Kent saw that her face was pale in the lamp glow.

In that pallor her violet eyes were like pools of black.

The hood of her dripping raincoat was thrown partly back, and against the whiteness of her cheeks her hair glistened wet, and her long lashes were heavy with the rain.
Kent, without moving over the narrow space between them, reached out his hands and found his voice.

"Marette!" Her hands had tightened about the bars until they were bloodless.

Her lips were parted.