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 into her eyes with an imperiousness that sat well upon him . `` 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 XXXXX tell , '' she answered with characteristic straightforwardness .
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