FIRST PERIOD: THE LOSS OF THE DIAMOND (1848)
19. CHAPTER XIX
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"How much on this side?" he asked.
"Less still," answered Yolland. "The Shivering Sand would have been
just awash, and no more."
The Sergeant turned to me, and said that the accident must have happened on
the side of the quicksand. My tongue was loosened at that. "No accident!"
I told him. "When she came to this place, she came weary of her life, to end
it here."
He started back from me. "How do you know? " he asked.
The rest of them crowded round. The Sergeant recovered
himself instantly. He put them back from me; he said I was
an old man; he said the discovery had shaken me; he said,
"Let him alone a little." Then he turned to Yolland, and asked,
"Is there any chance of finding her, when the tide ebbs again?"
And Yolland answered, "None. What the Sand gets, the Sand keeps
for ever." Having said that, the fisherman came a step nearer,
and addressed himself to me.
"Mr. Betteredge," he said, "I have a word to say to you about the young
woman's death. Four foot out, broadwise, along the side of the Spit,
there's a shelf of rock, about half fathom down under the sand.
My question is--why didn't she strike that? If she slipped,
by accident, from off the Spit, she fell in where there's foothold
at the bottom, at a depth that would barely cover her to the waist.
She must have waded out, or jumped out, into the Deeps beyond--
or she wouldn't be missing now. No accident, sir! The Deeps
of the Quicksand have got her. And they have got her by her
own act."
After that testimony from a man whose knowledge was to be relied on,
the Sergeant was silent. The rest of us, like him, held our peace.
With one accord, we all turned back up the slope of the beach.
At the sand-hillocks we were met by the under-groom, running to us from
the house. The lad is a good lad, and has an honest respect for me.
He handed me a little note, with a decent sorrow in his face.
"Penelope sent me with this, Mr. Betteredge," he said. "She found it in
Rosanna's room."
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