The girl faced him once more . `` Because , '' she said proudly , `` I am not your equal . There can be no friendship between us . There ought not to be . Magdalen Crawford , the fisherman 's niece , is no companion for you . You will be foolish , as well as disloyal , if you ever try to see me again . Go back to the beautiful , high-bred woman you love and forget me . Perhaps you think I am talking strangely . Perhaps you think me bold and unwomanly to speak so plainly to you , a stranger . But there are some circumstances in life when plain-speaking is best . I do not want to see you again . Now , go back to your own world . '' Esterbrook Elliott slowly turned from her and walked in silence back to the shore . In the shadows of the point he stopped to look back at her , standing out like some inspired prophetess against the fiery background of the sunset sky and silver-blue water . The sky overhead was thick-sown with stars ; the night breeze was blowing up from its lair in distant , echoing sea caves . On his right the lights of the Cove twinkled out through the dusk . `` I feel like a coward and a traitor , '' he said slowly . `` Good God , what is this madness that has come over me ? Is this my boasted strength of manhood ? '' A moment later the hoof beats of his horse died away up the shore .
Magdalen Crawford lingered on the point until the last dull red faded out into the violet gloom of the June sea dusk , than which nothing can be rarer or diviner , and listened to the moan and murmur of the sea far out over the bay XXXXX sorrowful eyes and sternly set lips .
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