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stiffened myself to refuse, and shook my head. Still she waited and looked at me, I tried to word my refusal, but wavered. I saw the glad light spring into her eyes, and knew that I had lost. It was impossible to say no after that. ¡¡¡¡The wind died down in the afternoon, and we were prepared to start the following morning. There was no way of penetrating the island from our cove, for the walls rose perpendicularly from the beach, and on each side of the cove rose from the deep water. ¡¡¡¡Morning broke dull and gray, but calm, and I was awake early and had the boat in readiness. ¡¡¡¡'Fool! Imbecile! Yahoo!' I shouted, when I thought it was meet to arouse Maud; but this time I shouted in merriment as I danced about the beach,
bareheaded, in mock despair. ¡¡¡¡Her head appeared under the flap of the sail. ¡¡¡¡'What now?' she asked sleepily and, withal, curiously. ¡¡¡¡'Coffee!' I cried. 'What do you say to a cup of coffee- hot coffee, piping hot?' ¡¡¡¡'My!' she murmured, 'you startled me. And you are cruel. Here I have been composing my soul to do without it, and here you are vexing me with your vain suggestions.'