I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. 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. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. The image of Major Alderley came into her mind. Funk! I’ll see it out. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy.
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