He felt hands tugging at him, mysterious creatures with long fingers and sharp nails that pulled at his flesh. Wood fancied he recognised. Go to it. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. 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. She infused menace into her voice. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive.
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