He had touched her hand, had raised his hat, was gone.
She stood gazing after him until, in a minute or two, he was lost in the dark street behind the wharfs.

So suddenly! He had scarcely said good-bye--so poor a good-bye! She had vexed him with her importunities; he wished to show her that she had not behaved in the way that pleased him.

Scarcely a good-bye! She went to the end of the bridge, and there crept into a dark place whither no eye could follow her.

Her strength was at an end.

She fell to her knees; her head lay against something hard and cold; a sob convulsed her, and then in the very anguish of desolation she wept.