Can you not exercise a paternal authority to have your daughter receive my respectful visits?
Also, can you not exercise it to put an end, absolutely an end, to her interviews with this Mr.Storms ?" "How can I compel her ?" "You must do it!" roared Storri, his anger taking renewed edge.

"You must, you shall! What! am I to be thwarted, affronted, undone by a girl?
Two things I demand: she is to see me; and she is not to see that Storms.

Do I ask much?
It is little for a child to pay for a father's safety; little for a man to pay for his own.

What forger or what forger's daughter has made such terms?
Bah!" The insult scarcely roused Mr.Harley; he was stunned, his face was clammy with sweat.

It was like a dream of horror! Look where he would, there showed but the one door of escape.