The idea was
insupportable. 'Thank God, however, I murmured, 'she will not even
_then_ know the very worst; she will see the corpse of her father who
has fallen with the cliff, but she need not and will not associate
him with the sacrilege and the curse.'
As I picked up the letters that had been scattered from the casket,
she said,
'I cannot get that dreadful curse out of my head; to think that the
children of the despoiler should be cursed by God, and cursed by your
father, and yet they are as innocent as I am.'
'Best to forget it,' said I, standing still, for I dared not move
towards the _debris_.
'We must get on, Henry,' said she, 'for look, the tide is unusually
high to-night. You have turned back, I see, because Flinty Point is
already deep in the water.'
'Yes,' I said, 'I must turn Needle Point with you. But as to the
sacrilege, let us dismiss it from our minds; what cannot be helped
had better be forgotten.'
I then cautiously turned the corner of the _debris_, leading her
after me in such a way that my body acted as a screen.
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