He still clung to her hand.
"It's been a long time," he said hesitatingly, "since you've kissed me, girlie; just one for remembrance!"
With a quick movement she drew her hand away and started with a laugh toward the door.
"No, Jim, I'm afraid I'm getting too old for that now."
He made no reply but stepped to her side and grasped her hand.
"Then again, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
He pressed her hand to his lips.
The slender body quivered and her face flushed scarlet. She hurried down the steps to the cab, turned and threw him a kiss.
He watched the cab roll down Fourth Street toward the pier while a great wave of loneliness overwhelmed him.