Her father became much less distant towards his only daughter in the days that followed. "I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture. This one too she read. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. Their duty was to see who came in, or went out; to lock up, and open the different wards; to fetter such prisoners as were ordered to be placed in irons; to distribute the allowances of provision; and to maintain some show of decorum; for which latter purpose they were allowed to carry whips and truncheons.
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