'
And she left the room.
But she had no sooner gone than there came before my eyes the
insupportable picture of a slim figure walking along the sands
stooping to look at some object among the _debris_, standing aghast
at the sight of her dead father with the evidence of his hideous
crime on his own breast; there came the sound of a cry to 'Henry' for
help! I beat my head against the bedstead till I was nearly stunned.
I yelled and bellowed like a maniac: 'Mother, come back!'
When she returned to my bedside my eyes were glaring so that my
mother stood appalled, and (as she afterwards owned to me) was nearly
yielding her point.
'Mother,' I said,'I consent to your condition: I will give her
up--but oh, save her! Let there be no dallying, let there be no risk,
mother. Let nothing prevent your going upon the sands in the
morning--early, quite early--and every morning at the ebbing of the
tide.'
'I will keep my word,' she said.
'You will use the fullest and best means to save her?'
'I will keep my word,' she said, and left the room.
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