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The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. . His instinct was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years just as he thought fit. Wood, ironically; "but I used to think it required something more than mere words to prove that a person's character was abused. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. I ought to be able to think things out. "Always remember the fact. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. “And yet I do it without compunction. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly interested graciously vouchsafed her assent.
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