“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
something coursed from her veins into his and made him tremble so that he let it drop.
"Good-by, Micky!" she whispered. "Remember!”
"Good-by," he answered, his heart beating a little faster. "I ’m not likely to forget!”
He stood there alone after she had gone with a strange feeling of exhilaration in all his body. The hand that had held hers still tingled from her clasp and his heart seemed somehow to have expanded like a toy balloon.
“My God!” he thought. “A woman like that could make you do anything!”
He waited for a long time watching the gulls, which without a quiver of their wings hung poised above the rail, and, by some unknown and unascertainable power of flight, were borne along through the air effortless, motionless save when a sudden gust deflected them for a moment from the angle of incidence, only to resume it instantly again and demonstrate how little man really knows of the secret laws of physical nature—to say nothing of the more complex mysteries of a woman's soul. And as he watched them and looked once more into the foaming whirlpool behind the stern he remem-125
