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Maud
tried
to
reply
,
but
could
not
speak
.
Her
lips
were
blue
with
cold
,
and
she
was
hollow-eyed
--
but
oh
,
how
bravely
her
brown
eyes
looked
at
me
!
How
piteously
brave
!
Again
I
fell
to
chafing
her
hands
and
to
moving
her
arms
up
and
down
and
about
until
she
could
thrash
them
herself
.
Then
I
compelled
her
to
stand
up
,
and
though
she
would
have
fallen
had
I
not
supported
her
,
I
forced
her
to
walk
back
and
forth
the
several
steps
between
the
thwart
and
the
stern-sheets
,
and
finally
to
spring
up
and
down
.
"
Oh
,
you
brave
,
brave
woman
,
"
I
said
,
when
I
saw
the
life
coming
back
into
her
face
.
"
Did
you
know
that
you
were
brave
?
"
"
I
never
used
to
be
,
"
she
answered
.
"
I
was
never
brave
till
I
knew
you
.
It
is
you
who
have
made
me
brave
.
"
"
Nor
I
,
until
I
knew
you
,
"
I
answered
.
She
gave
me
a
quick
look
,
and
again
I
caught
that
dancing
,
tremulous
light
and
something
more
in
her
eyes
.
But
it
was
only
for
the
moment
.
Then
she
smiled
.
"
It
must
have
been
the
conditions
,
"
she
said
;
but
I
knew
she
was
wrong
,
and
I
wondered
if
she
likewise
knew
.
Then
the
wind
came
,
fair
and
fresh
,
and
the
boat
was
soon
labouring
through
a
heavy
sea
toward
the
island
.
At
half-past
three
in
the
afternoon
we
passed
the
south-western
promontory
.
Not
only
were
we
hungry
,
but
we
were
now
suffering
from
thirst
.
Our
lips
were
dry
and
cracked
,
nor
could
we
longer
moisten
them
with
our
tongues
.
Then
the
wind
slowly
died
down
.
By
night
it
was
dead
calm
and
I
was
toiling
once
more
at
the
oars
--
but
weakly
,
most
weakly
.
At
two
in
the
morning
the
boat
's
bow
touched
the
beach
of
our
own
inner
cove
and
I
staggered
out
to
make
the
painter
fast
.
Maud
could
not
stand
,
nor
had
I
strength
to
carry
her
.
I
fell
in
the
sand
with
her
,
and
,
when
I
had
recovered
,
contented
myself
with
putting
my
hands
under
her
shoulders
and
dragging
her
up
the
beach
to
the
hut
.
The
next
day
we
did
no
work
.
In
fact
,
we
slept
till
three
in
the
afternoon
,
or
at
least
I
did
,
for
I
awoke
to
find
Maud
cooking
dinner
.
Her
power
of
recuperation
was
wonderful
.
There
was
something
tenacious
about
that
lily-frail
body
of
hers
,
a
clutch
on
existence
which
one
could
not
reconcile
with
its
patent
weakness
.
