It is like coming back from an unreal world into a sad, real one.

Each was almost sorry that the night was over.

The new day might hold so much of hardship or relief, so much of trouble or surprise; and this night had been perfect, a jewel cut to set in memory with every facet flashing to the light.

They did not like to get back to reality from the converse they had held together.

It was an experience for each which would never be forgotten.
Once there came the distant sound of shots and shouts.