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. “Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. Surely it was a dream. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey.
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