`` You are a madman who refuses to be warned . '' `` Where are you going , Magdalen ? '' She had loosened the rope from the wreck . `` I am going to row over to Chapel Point for salt . They think the boats will come in tonight loaded with mackerel -- look at them away out there by the score -- and salt will be needed . '' `` Can you row so far alone ? '' `` Easily . I learned to row long ago -- for a pastime then . Since coming here I find it of great service to me . '' She stepped lightly into the tiny shallop and picked up an oar . The brilliant sunshine streamed about her , burnishing the rich tints of her hair into ruddy gold . She balanced herself to the swaying of the dory with the grace of a sea bird . The man looking at her felt his brain reel . `` Good-bye , Mr. Elliott . '' For answer he sprang into the dory and , snatching an oar , pushed against the old wreck with such energy that the dory shot out from the shore like a foam bell . His sudden spring had set it rocking violently . Magdalen almost lost her footing and caught blindly at his arm . As her fingers closed on his wrist a thrill as of fire shot through his every vein . `` Why have you done this , Mr. Elliott ? You must go back . ''
`` But I will not , '' he said masterfully , looking straight XXXXX her eyes with an imperiousness that sat well upon him .
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