[He can't help but wonder what it would be like to have a father like that. What this kind of thinking—not all that bad, in his estimation!—might impress upon his children, on her. Clearly she has a very low opinion of the man, and while their circumstances were very different, Henry can relate to that. He has no love for Victor Creel, who remains rotting behind bars in a mental asylum for a crime he didn’t commit.
The interest he shows, however, doesn’t fade with her blunt corrections, her retorts. If anything, it remains steady, clear in his look.]
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The interest he shows, however, doesn’t fade with her blunt corrections, her retorts. If anything, it remains steady, clear in his look.]
Are you saying that he managed to succeed?