She laughed breathlessly. “But your luggage!”
“Hang my luggage.”
She took his face between her hands as though no one was watching. “Meester Deek, I shouldn’t have come if I’d thought it would make you a coward.”
“A coward, but———”
She rested her cheek against his face. “Your mother’s expecting you. And—and we’ll meet so very soon.”
“Give me something,” he implored her; “something for remembrance.”
She looked down at herself. What could she give him? “Your little curl.”
“But it’s false.”
“But it’s dear,” he murmured.
An officer touched him. He glanced across his shoulder and nodded. This, then, was the end.