Besides, she had been there some time, and she had not even had her little breakfast of coffee and rolls before coming down to the shore.

She suddenly felt hungry and cold and absurdly inclined to cry, and she became aware that the sand had got into her russet shoes, and that it would be very uncomfortable to sit down in such a place to take them off and shake it out; and that, altogether, misfortunes never come singly.
After standing still three or four minutes longer, she turned away with a discontented look in her face, all rosy with the wind and spray.

She started as she saw Corbario standing before her, for she had not heard his footsteps in the gale.

He wore his shooting-coat and heavy leathern gaiters, but he had no gun.

She thought he looked pale, and that there was a shade of anxiety in his usually expressionless face.
"We wondered where you were," he said.