The feeble departing spirit wandered aimlessly among them.
"You must stand up to your father, Magdalen, when I'm gone.

I never could.

I was too much in love with him at first, and later on when I tried he had got the habit of my yielding to him, and it made a continual wretchedness if I opposed him.

He always thought I did not love him if I did not consent to everything he wished, or if I did not think him right whatever he did.

I did try to stand up about the children, but at last I gave up that too.