`` I am going to row you over to Chapel Point . I have the oars -- I will be master this once , at least . '' For an instant her eyes flashed defiant protest , then drooped before his . A sudden , hot blush crimsoned her pale face . His will had mastered hers ; the girl trembled from head to foot , and the proud , sensitive , mouth quivered . Into the face of the man watching her breathlessly flashed a triumphant , passionate joy . He put out his hand and gently pushed her down into the seat . Sitting opposite , he took up the oars and pulled out over the sheet of sparkling blue water , through which at first the bottom of white sand glimmered wavily but afterwards deepened to translucent , dim depths of greenness . His heart throbbed tumultuously . Once the thought of Marian drifted across his mind like a chill breath of wind , but it was forgotten when his eyes met Magdalen 's . `` Tell me about yourself , Magdalen , '' he said at last , breaking the tremulous , charmed , sparkling silence . `` There is nothing to tell , '' she answered with characteristic straightforwardness . `` My life has been a very uneventful one . I have never been rich , or very well educated , but -- it used to be different from now . I had some chance before -- before Father died . '' `` You must have found it very lonely and strange when you came here first . '' `` Yes . At first I thought I should die -- but I do not mind it now . I have made friends with the sea ; it has taught me a great deal . There is a kind of inspiration in the sea .
When one listens to its never-ceasing murmur afar out there , always sounding XXXXX midnight and midday , one 's soul goes out to meet Eternity .
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