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fascinating. Don't make one terrible mistake. Don't fall in love with her. She's great fun, but god help you if you fall in love with her.” So of course Hamish proceeded to fall head over heels in love with her, and she treated him with her usual carelessness. He was quite desperate for a while; but when she came back to America, Hamish was still enamored enough to fly his own plane to buzz the ship that she was coming back on. He was zeroing in, very dangerous you know, right over the smoke stacks. It was one of the great liners. I don't know which one it was. Miriam was standing at the rails, watching this foolhardy swain come buzzing by to say good-bye to her. A gentleman with prematurely grey hair stood next to her. He said, “Who is that fool? What is he doing? He's going to kill himself.” Miriam said, “That's for little me.” Everything was “little” with her--"little me,” “Let's have a little breakfast. We'll have a couple of little eggs and a little cup of coffee.” They started flirting with each other, and after a few minutes they went into the smoking room and had some coffee together. Meanwhile, poor Hamish was buzzing the ship and she wasn't even watching him. She had gone off with...

He didn't kill himself though?

No. He didn't kill himself.

That's what I thought would come at the end of the story.