You shall not have that satisfaction! You shall wish me back, but I will not come, not if you break your silly little heart!" With this terrific threat the boy strode away, leaving her to watch the storm alone in the lee of the sandbank.

Aurora knew that he really meant to go this time, and at first she was rather glad of it, since he was in such a very bad temper.

She felt that he had insulted her, and if he had stayed any longer she would doubtless have called him a brute, that being the woman's retort under the circumstances.

She had not the slightest doubt of being quite reconciled with him before luncheon, of course, but in her heart she wished that she had not made him angry.

It had been very pleasant to watch the storm together, and when they had come to the place, she had felt a strong presentiment that he would kiss her, and that the contrast between the kiss and the howling gale would be very delightful.
The presentiment had certainly not come true, and now that Marcello was gone it was not very amusing to feel the spray and the sand on her face, or to watch the tumbling breakers and listen to the wind.