Yes, she was her father's child, a part of himself.

He, too, had had his yearnings, his burning curiosities, his youthful ventures into the town.

"You will live on in our children's lives." With her inheritance what would she do?
Would she stop halfway as he had done, or would she throw all caution aside and let the flames within her rise?
He heard a step in the doorway, and Deborah stood there smiling.
"A new one ?" she inquired.

He nodded, and she bent over the tray.

"Poor father," Deborah murmured.