“Was it terrible for you after he died?” “Don’t worry yourself about it John. “No one has a better right than I to be with you. John said nothing. It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. 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. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. While this was taking place, another and more serious interruption occurred. His tone was rough, almost threatening. "Can you pull him through?" was the anxious question.
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