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. ’ Melusine bit her lip. " Sir Rowland bit his lips to repress the answer that rose to them. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. The south-east end of the island was hillocky, with volcanic subsoil.
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